I sound like my name, but I do not sound like the feeling i name. You might hear me in the moments before the sting..

My name makes me sound like I’m funny, But there’s no red in my nose It’s more sunny. My kind starred in a flick that was set in the blue, That made a red and white mouse lots of money.

I am born. I die. I eat, breathe, and produce waste, yet I am not alive. What am I?

I’m already dead, call my next of kin! My homophone fits in the overhead bin. What am I?

I rule the house, though I pay no rent, I sleep all day, my energy spent. You serve me meals, you clean my throne, Yet still you think you own the home.