The last performance

A cluster of clapping clowns welcome him,
He climbs up those stairs with charming wit, he often showed in his time,
Then three straight steps,
And sitting on the silver chair 
A deep silence follows,
'I haven't been paid!
Not have I been brainwashed,
But still I shall do this, '
His hands reveal his motive,
The suit open,
The pin is flicked,
Three two one.....
.............................
What follows is deathly silence.