“Everything
will be all right in the end… If it’s not all right
then it’s not the end.”
then it’s not the end.”
~ Sonny
in The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel
Everybody loves a happy ending.
Come on, admit it — you know it’s true.
Shakespeare knew it, too.
Sure, he wrote a bunch of
tragedies — about a dozen of them, in fact.
And hmmmm… let’s see, the body
count ranges from one to four in the final scene for most.
While in England last summer, I
had the opportunity to see one of them — Julius
Caesar. Now that’s a bloody mess if ever there was one! And when all was
said and done, the play ended with one body and a blackout of the stage lights.
Whoa.
That’s what it felt like…
Whoa.
However, back in Shakespeare’s
day, things were done a little differently. In the Globe, where most of his
plays were premiered, there was no curtain to close and no fancy blackouts, so those final scenes were
nothing but slaughter on the stage.
What to do? What to do?
The answer —
A jig!
Yes, jig… as in lively, happy
dance!
If I had experienced Julius
Caesar at the Globe, Brutus would have leaped up and danced a merry jig with
Antony and Octavius. Romeo and Juliet would have done the same. And all four
bodies from Hamlet would have resurrected in a jolly way to the sounds of a
happy tune.
And so, whenever a play ended —
no matter how gory — the audience smiled! The audience laughed! The audience
clapped and danced along!
What’s more —
The audience went home happy…
and more than willing to return to shell out shillings for another good time.
You were a shrewd one, Willy…
wickedly shrewd.
PROMPT: Create a happy ending
today. Perhaps you could rewrite a few tragedies just for a bit of cheery fun.
However, if you wish to keep your blue funk on this marvelous day, then I
suggest you learn to jig. Remember bawling your eyes out to Toy Story 3? Well,
err… maybe that was just me. Anyway, I’m sure you remember Jessie and
Spanish-mode Buzz’s paso doble to Hay Un Amigo En Mi during
the end credits. Well, that is what dried my tears and
sent me home smiling.
Trust me, the jig still works.