Glassy eyes,

Hands like ice.

He is so cold now

But used to be so warm.

To be dead is funny.

Yesterday so noisy,

Today so still.

Yesterday still splendid,

Today already rubbish.

To be dead is funny.

To be dead is funny.

Those pinches

And his stare

When he lived

Made you sick.

But as a corpse

He now seems

Quite well-behaved

And sedate.

When he came to me,

He got me.

Now I come near to him

And he is defenceless.

To be dead is funny.

To be dead is funny.

To be dead is funny.

To be dead is funny.

His chatter

And his behaviour

When he lived

Were shameful.

But as a corpse

He only smells,

Otherwise he remains

Faultless.

He was troublesome

In my bed.

Now I suddenly think

He was actually quite nice.

To be dead is funny.

To be dead is funny.

To be dead is funny.

This is more "funny, strange" than "funny, ha-ha," but the original word "komisch" has both these meanings. Although the double meaning of "funny" may not be as appropriate as that of "komisch," I've left it in here. Thanks to Patrick Himmelmann for pointing this out!

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