Cemetery 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 forgot to throw these into the grave." Instead, they now lie on the kitchen table. What can you do!?

"Want another beer?" An obligatory, endearing question – in his former life.

From now on, he must decide for himself. Familiar routine? Broken. Nothing is as it was. His everyday life – collapsed. Along with this grief. Mournful contemplation. This awkward helplessness. And slowly he begins to ponder, to reflect, to process ...

For over 30 years, Gerd Dudenhöffer has been playing his sensitized and sharpened ear, directly focused on bourgeois feelings, his real-satirical, grotesquely authentic artistic figure as a personified caricature of the narrow-minded, universal human like you and me, the average Joe, whom he cleverly exposes, with perfect timing, sparingly set facial expressions, devoid of any political correctness, always naturally filled with hearty, often unintentional, 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'.