Graveyard bells. Sonorous. Gloomy. Suddenly cold white light. Heinz Becker comes home, from the funeral to the kitchen. In his black suit; 5 calla lilies in hand: "I should have thrown these into the grave." Instead, they now lie on the kitchen table. What can you do!?
"Want another beer?" An obligingly lovable question – in a former life.
From now on, he has to decide for himself. Familiar routine? Gone. Nothing is as it was. His everyday life – collapsed. And then there is this grief. Sorrowful contemplation. This clumsy perplexity. And slowly he begins to ponder, to reflect, to process ...
For over 30 years, Gerd Dudenhöffer has been playing his sensitively sharpened ear directly aimed at bourgeois sensibilities, his real-satirical, grotesquely authentic character as a personified caricature of the narrow-minded, universal person like you and me, the average consumer, whom he pointedly exposes, with perfect timing, sparingly set facial expressions, devoid of any political correctness, always naturally with hearty, often involuntary, because 'Heinz-typical' humor.
DOD – theatrical "Kabarett noir", stringently staged, black and white, light and dark, skillfully maintaining the balance between tragedy and comedy. Tragicomic indeed. Because Heinz is Heinz. 'Dead certain.'
