[Batman's eulogy, by the Joker]
The Joker: Dear friends... today is the day the Clown cried. And he cries not for the passing of one man, but for the death of a dream. The dream that he would someday taste the ultimate victory over his hated enemy. For it was the Batman who made me the happy soul I am today. How I agonized over the perfect way to thank him for that. Perhaps with a cyanide pie in the face. Or an exploding whoopie-cushion playfully planted in the Batmobile.
[Anger starts to creep into his tone as he looks at Sidney; everyone moves away from Sid quickly]
The Joker: But those dreams were dashed by the weaselly little gunsel sitting there in our midst. The cowardly insignificant gonif who probably got lucky when Batman slipped on the slime trail this loser left behind him. This mound of diseased hyena filth who's not fit to lick the dirt from my spats...!
[regains composure]
The Joker: But I digress. The time for sorrow has passed. It's time to look to a future filled with smiles. And I'll be smiling again just as soon as we take that man THERE...
[points to Sid]
The Joker: ...and slap him in that box THERE...
[points to Batman's coffin]
The Joker: ...and roll him into that vat of acid THERE!
[points to said vat of acid]
Sidney Debris: No! No! I never meant to do it!
[the Joker's henchmen grab him and stuff him into the coffin]
Sidney Debris: Help! This isn't funny anymore!