Title: It Is, Isn't It?
Disclaimer: I make no claims whatsoever to Frank and Mrs. Frank. I wouldn't Iwant/I to own Frank and Mrs. Frank has my deepest sympathies. I also don't own the rights to Kia vehicles; in fact, I don't even own a Kia. But if anyone out there likes my writing enough, I certainly wouldn't object to you gifting me with one.
A/N: If you haven't seen the Kia commercials with Frank and his ever-suffering wife, you won't understand.
We see a group of people standing in what appears to be a driveway. Parked just within sight can be seen a brand-new Kia, but the people aren't looking at it. They are looking down at something the audience can't see.
Neighbor 1: It's such a shame.
Neighbor 2: (Sighing) Yes, it is. He had so much to live for.
Neighbor 3: Like his new Kia.
Neighbor 1: (Sighing) Oh, that's right. He hadn't had it that long. The "new" probably hadn't even worn off it.
Neighbor 3: I remember the day he first showed it to me. He came over to my house every fifteen minutes to ask whose car it was in his driveway.
Neighbor 2: It was every ten minutes for me. He was so proud.
Neighbor 3: And what about the night of his wife's awards dinner? He had to call everyone in the banquet hall out and have them look at it.
Neighbor 1: I remember that. At first we didn't even know whose car it was. He said someone had left their lights on.
Neighbor 2: (Sighing sadly) Poor man…
We move from the gathering of neighbors to the house, where the police are finishing busting down the door. They open it to find Frank's wife standing in her kitchen, a maniacal gleam in her eye and a shotgun in her hand. There are splatters of a suspicious looking crimson liquid on her face.
Cop: That's your husband's body in the driveway!
Frank's wife: (Facing the camera with a wide, smug grin) It is, isn't it?