The local church had a problem. They had spent a significant amount of money for a new church bell but no one was able to get the bell to ring. Every able-bodied man in the parish tried pulling on the rope to no avail -- the bell refused to ring. Finally a young boy offered to ring the bell for five dollars. The minister was amused by this and told the boy to try. The boy climbed up the bell tower, ran toward the bell, and hit it (dare I say) head-on whereupon the bell rang out with the most melodic peal the town had ever heard. A deal was struck immediately: the boy was hired to run face-first into the bell every Sunday for services.
Everything worked well until one winter day. The lad ran toward the bell, slipped on a patch of ice, and fell off the tower, plunging to his doom. A large crowd massed around the victim but -- alas -- it was too late. "Who was that poor boy?" one on-looker asked. One of the other on-lookers replied, "I don't know his name, but his face rings a bell."