A Humdinger of a Dead Ringer

Our new chairman (right) is starting to impress himself upon the club.
However, making those tough calls does not necessarily heighten his popularity; indeed word on the street was that there may be one or two 'contracts' out on him.
Accordingly, to evade a threatened 'hit' he recently took a decision to use the bulk of the club's annual income to employ a local, long term unemployed vagrant as a 'lookalike'; the idea being that this 'body double' would take the bullet for him.
Controversially, our sources reveal that the chairman has been pocketing the poor sap's payment; meagerly rewarding him for his life threatening labour with a "a magical, never ending invisible bottle of Napoleon's brandy"
He's a humdinger of a dead ringer don't you think?
Literally a 'dead' ringer... see below remarkable footage as the unfortunate doppelganger is presented with that spirit of a bottle, (bless him, look how happy he is as he caresses it) and then takes a bullet to the belly.
His last words were apparently:
"A, A, A, Ow!"
Police would only confirm that the fatal shot came "from somewhere behind the bar..."