A series of sketches. Please bear in mind that the intention is that these would pop up at random, so there would be an element of surprise. Interested if any work better than others.
SKETCH 1.
EXT. A FUNERAL. A COFFIN IS BEING LOWERED INTO THE GRAVE. THE GRIEVING WIDOW SOBS INTO HER HANDKERRCHIEF.
MOURNER (STOOD NEXT TO HER)
Cheer up, luv. (POKES HER IN THE RIBS WITH HIS ELBOW) Might never happen.
SKETCH 2.
INT. A COMPLETELY EMPTY FLAT, STRIPPED TO THE FLOORBOARDS. A CONSTABLE IS TAKING A STATEMENT FROM THE HOME OWNER.
HOME OWNER
It 's awful, they've taken everything, the stereo, the TV, Mark's computer...
SHE BREAKS DOWN IN TEARS. THE CONSTABLE LOOKS VERY AWKWARD, UNSURE HOW TO DEAL WITH A WEEPING WOMAN. THEN
CONSTABLE
Cheer up, luv. (POKES HER IN THE RIBS WITH HIS ELBOW) Might never happen.
SKETCH 3.
EXT. NIGHT, A WOMAN IS IN THE WATER CLINGING TO A LIFE RAFT, ON WHICH IS WRITTEN "S.S. TITANIC".
WOMAN
Help! Help!
A BODY FLOATS PAST, FACE DOWN, SHE TURNS THE BODY OVER AND IT STARES AT HER MOUTH AGAPE. SHE IS REDUCED TO TEARS BY THE HORROR. ANOTHER BODY FLOATS PAST. SHE NUDGES THE BODY, AND IT FLIPS OVER. THE MAN BLOWS A SPOUT OF WATER OUT OF HIS MOUTH.
MAN
Cheer up, luv. (DEPARTS, SWIMMING THE BACKSTROKE) Might never happen.
SKETCH 4.
EXT. MEDIEVAL TIMES. A LEPERWOMAN, DRESSED IN RAGS AND SWATHED IN BANADAGES, IS RINGING A BELL WITH ONE HAND, WHILE HOLDING OUT A BOWL WITH THE OTHER.
LEPERWOMAN (RINGING BELL)
Unclean. Unclean.
A RICHLY DRESSED BURGHER WALKS PAST. SHE WAVES HER BOWL AT HIM.
LEPERWOMAN
Alms for a poor leper?
THE BURGHER HURRIES ON.
LEPERWOMAN (RINGING BELL)
Unclean.
A MAIL CLAD SOLDIER PASSES. SHE THRUSTS HER BOWL AT HIM.
LEPERWOMAN
Alms for a poor leper?
THE SOLDIER PUSHES HER AWAY WITH HIS SPEAR, AND SHE FALLS IN THE DIRT. SHE PICKS HERSELF UP, IN TEARS NOW, TO FIND A FRIAR STOOD BEFORE HER.
FRIAR
My child. (HE MAKES THE SIGN OF THE CROSS OVER HER) Cheer up, it might never happen.
SKETCH 5.
EXT. TUDOR TIMES. A LADY IS BEING LED TO HER EXECUTION. A PRIEST IS MUMBLING PRAYERS, WHILE THE MASKED, LEATHER CLAD EXECUTIONER IS STOOD WAITING, LEANING ON HIS AXE.
THE LADY LAYS HER NECK ON THE BLOCK. IN DOING SO SHE CHOKES BACK A SOB.
EXECUTIONER
Cheer up, luv. (HEFTS AXE) It might never happen.
SKETCH 6.
INT. A GYPSY FORTUNE TELLER'S TENT. A WOMAN IS SAT ACROSS A TABLE FROM THE FORTUNE TELLER. THE CAMERA LINGERS ON THE ITEMS ON THE TABLE. A CRYSTAL BALL. TAROT CARDS. A TEA CUP, DRAINED TO THE LEES. THE WOMAN'S OUTSTRETCHED PALM.
THE WOMAN IS SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY.
FORTUNE TELLER
Cheer up. (BEAT) It might never happen.
