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You Are Hereby Cordially Invited…

Posted: December 13th, 2010 | Author: | Tags: , , | 3 Comments »

Here’s another two pager that didn’t make the cut, but it’s one I really like. In fact, I think it’s going to make it into something bigger later on, when I find it. But I think it stands on its own well enough, too. So here goes:

INT. KITCHEN

A GUY and a GIRL stand at the counter. There’s a stack of envelopes and a stack of cards in front of them. GIRL picks one up.

GIRL

(reading)

You are hereby cordially invited-- No. We’re not doing this.

BOY

What?

GIRL

You can’t “cordially invite” people to a funeral.

BOY

Why not?

GIRL

Well, for starters, I don’t think people send invitations to funerals.

BOY

We’re about to.

GIRL

We’re really not. And if we did, we wouldn’t “cordially invite” people. It’s a funeral, there’s grieving and peace to be made. We’re not inviting people over for cocktails.

BOY

There won’t be cocktails, either? You’re taking the fun out of this.

GIRL

Fun? Dad died.

BOY

Right. And while he was dying, he went out of his way -- which is hard for someone who’s dying to do -- to make sure it was still fun and not at all gloomy, the way most dying people are.

GIRL

You don’t think he’ll mind that we’re making a mockery out of this?

BOY

Who says we’re making a mockery? And no, I don’t think he’d mind.

GIRL

Wouldn’t you mind?

BOY

No. I’d be dead.

GIRL

When I die, I hope you’ll--

BOY

He’s dead! And he spent the last thirty years in jail because he murdered someone. If we can actually care about things after we die, he’s got a lot more on his plate than some fucking funeral invitations!

He takes a breath. She tries not to cry.

BOY (CONT’D)

So I say we throw a party and we all tell stories about the fun times we had and we’ll leave the gloomy shit to the newspapers.

Now she does start crying.

GIRL

I guess you’re right.

BOY

There’s no reason this can’t be fun. He might not have showed it very well, but he cared about us and this is the way he wanted it.

GIRL

All right. I’ll call mom and tell her the invitations are ready to go out then.

BOY

Good. I’m going to buy stamps. You can cry for now, but this weekend’s about having fun.

CURTAIN.

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