At the end of the sketch, a pantomime of Christ entering and removing their “chains” is played out and then He is taken away to be crucified. At this point the suicidal person cries out, “Not Him, it should have been me!” You can also use demonic and angelic characters throughout the monologues.
4 actors with lines (2 males, 2 females, or easily adapted to any gender – plus a few extras) About 15 minutes.
They say men in their 40’s go through a mid-life crisis. Well, I don’t know about that, but I do know that people of any age can be in a crisis at any time. Maybe no one can really tell. I can hide it. I can act like my life is fine and dandy and go right on fooling everybody…but I’m not fooling myself. I know different. I know that my life is a big failure. Not on the outside. I mean…it’s not what you see. My life looks like a big success. After all, I got what I wanted, didn’t I? I wanted a career. I’ve actually had a few. I got my education and I got my degrees, and I made a decent living. The American dream, right? I got married to the man who seemed to be the right choice on all levels and we had our two children. Perfect family, right? We had two careers, two nice salaries, so we had a nice house in the suburbs. We had a gardener and our yard looked great. Of course all the yards on our street looked great. We did some things in the community. Not a lot, but enough. Not church. We never did church. Oh, I guess we did make an appearance a few times. My husband was thinking about running for office once and he thought attending a big church would look good. My teenage son called us hypocrites and showed us how phony we were, and he was right, so we stopped going. We raised our kids to be free thinkers, and we gave them everything they needed. They have their careers now. We see them once in a while. I find myself calling them and begging to see them and trying to manipulate and run their lives. I hate that about myself. I never wanted my mother doing that to me! …
(Starts out with much emotion and just builds throughout the monologue)
Life stinks! Just when you think that it can’t possibly get any worse… something else comes up and kicks you from behind! Do you even want to know? Okay…I’ll spill. Flunking out of 3 classes in school; I found out my boyfriend cheated on me, so I broke up with him; and then the one that just came up yesterday: my folks are getting a divorce. Turns out they have hated each other for years. I could have told you that! I thought that was just the way things were. They hate me, too, so it seemed like the norm. They are both so selfish and thinking about their own pain, that they are oblivious to mine. No matter. No one cares if I live or die… so I figure that if I off myself, that will solve everyone’s problem. Nobody has to worry about Mandy anymore! Not even Mandy…