The Sleepwalking Corpse

By Luc Boulanger

Summary

Mrs. Kidwell’s wealthy husband has just passed away, and she can’t wait to enjoy her newfound freedom. She tries to find different people to keep watch over the body in her place. But instead of resting in eternal peace, the corpse begins to speak…

This story, inspired by a short play from the burlesque era, has a touch of the fantastic and follows a repetitive “tale” structure that makes it easy for young performers to remember.

Production details

  • Style/Theme : Short comedic play with a touch of horror and fantasy.
  • Setting : A grand residence
  • Number of actors : 6
  • Duration : 12 min. (8 pages)
  • Age : Ages 8 to 13
  • Level : Beginner, Intermediate

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Excerpt from the play

The Sleepwalking Corpse

A short comedic play by Luc Boulanger

Characters

Mr. Kidwell – the corpse
Mrs. Kidwell – the widow
Corrie – a young Girl Guide
Mrs. Tattle – the nosy neighbor
Aunt Edna – Mrs. Kidwell’s aunt
The Cobbler – a shoemaker


Set
Mr. Kidwell lies in a coffin or on a table placed as upright as possible. A few candles or small lamps can help create a mysterious atmosphere.

This short comedic play is protected by copyright laws. Before reproducing it (by photocopy), performing it in public, or publishing it on paper or electronically, please make sure you have the required permissions.

Presenter : Long ago, most people weren’t laid out in funeral homes. Before burial, families would keep watch over the body for several days — displaying it at home to accompany the deceased on their final journey. Mrs. Kidwell’s wealthy husband has just passed away, and she can’t wait to enjoy her newfound freedom…

 

Scene 1 — Mrs. Kidwell Watches Over Her Husband

Mrs. Kidwell sits beside her husband. She holds a small handkerchief to her eyes and sniffles softly.

Mrs. Kidwell: My dear Gerald… why did you have to leave so soon? My life will be empty without you. No other man could ever replace you.

The phone rings. Mrs. Kidwell gets up to answer.

Mrs. Kidwell (suddenly cheerful): Henry! Hello! Oh, I’m doing fine — well, considering the circumstances… This afternoon? Am I busy? Well, I’m in the middle of watching over my husband’s body… You’re inviting me to a restaurant? Oh, I don’t know… it might be a bit early… You’re right, I’m sure I can find a solution. One o’clock at the Lilac Café? I’ll be there. Perfect. Goodbye, Henry.

Mrs. Kidwell hangs up the phone.

Mrs. Kidwell: Don’t worry, Gerald. You won’t be alone. I’ll find someone to keep you company.

 

Scene 2 of this short comedic play — Corrie Watches the Dead

Suddenly, the doorbell rings.

Mrs. Kidwell: Oh! We’re not expecting anyone. Because of your constant bad mood, we never had any friends. Who could that be?

Mrs. Kidwell goes to answer the door. Corrie appears, wearing her Girl Guide uniform.

Corrie: Hello, ma’am! My name’s Corrie, and I’m with the St. Joseph-of-the-Sacred-Heart-of-the-Holy-Sunrise Girl Guides, and I’m selling chocolate bars to raise money for our summer camp!

Mrs. Kidwell: No, thank you, dear. I’m not interested.

Corrie: With every bar I sell, twenty-five cents goes to help poor children. And if I sell all forty bars, I’ll earn my Good Deed badge!

Mrs. Kidwell: I’m sorry, dear. I have too many worries right now.

Corrie: Well, have a good day, ma’am. I hope you solve your worries.

Corrie turns to leave.

Mrs. Kidwell: Wait — maybe you could help me.

Corrie: Guides are always ready to help others!

Mrs. Kidwell: If I buy one of your bars, would you agree to watch over my husband’s body?

Corrie: Watch over your husband’s body?

Mrs. Kidwell: Yes, I have to go out, and someone needs to stay with him.

Corrie: Oh … I’m kinda scared of dead people, actually.

Mrs. Kidwell: What if I bought five chocolate bars?

Corrie: Only five? But I have to sell all of them before the end of the afternoon to get my badge!

Mrs. Kidwell: All right — I’ll buy all forty bars if you agree to watch my Gerald all afternoon.

Corrie: All forty bars? Cool! You must be really rich, ma’am!

Mrs. Kidwell: Let’s just say my husband had excellent insurance.

Corrie: How did your husband die?

Mrs. Kidwell: Heart attack. They found him lying across his desk.

Corrie: What do I have to do?

Mrs. Kidwell: Just sit on this chair.

Corrie: That’s it?

Mrs. Kidwell: Yes.

Corrie: Do you pay for the bars now?

Mrs. Kidwell: How much are they?

Corrie: Two dollars each.

Mrs. Kidwell: Here — I’ll pay you half now, and the rest when I get back.

Corrie: Can I eat one while I’m waiting?

Mrs. Kidwell: Eat as many as you want. Chocolate makes me gain weight. I’m leaving right now. Be good — and don’t touch anything.

Corrie: No problem, ma’am!

Mrs. Kidwell is about to leave.

Corrie: Thank you, ma’am! Thanks to you, I’m sure to earn my Good Deed badge!

Mrs. Kidwell: That’s lovely. Goodbye!

Corrie is now alone with the dead man. She sits quietly for a moment.

Corrie: This is boring … and kinda creepy. Colette, our troop leader, always says we should sing when we’re scared.

Corrie starts to sing the classic scout song “I Love the Mountains ( Boom De Yada )”.

Corrie singing: I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills, I love the flowers, I love the daffodils … Boom de yada, boom de yada …

The Corpse: When you’re watching over the dead, you don’t sing.

Corrie: What? I think I heard something … No, it’s just my imagination.

She trembles all over.

Corrie: I’ll try another one … You can’t ride in my little red wagon … Front seat’s broken and the axle’s draggin’!

The Corpse: When you’re watching over the dead, you don’t sing.

Corrie’s fear grows. She screams.

Corrie: The corpse talked! That’s impossible! Corrie, calm down — deep breaths — think about your Good Deed badge!

She tries again, singing shakily.

Corrie singing: (Second verse, same as the first …) You can’t ride in my little red wagon …!

The Corpse: When you’re watching over the dead, you don’t sing.

Corrie screaming: I can’t take this anymore! I’ll get my badge some other time! Aaaahhh!

She runs off with the chocolate bars.

 

Scene 3 — Mrs. Tattle Watches the Dead

Mrs. Kidwell returns.

Mrs. Kidwell: What a lovely lunch with Henry! He’s taking me to the dance tonight.
Now I’d better go shopping. Wait — where’s the girl? She ran off with the chocolates and my money! What a little rascal. Now I’ll have to find someone else to watch Gerald.

The doorbell rings again. Mrs. Kidwell answers. It’s Mrs. Tattle.

Mrs. Kidwell: Oh! Mrs. Tattle — it’s you!

Mrs. Tattle: My poor Mrs. Kidwell, you have all my sympathy. I wouldn’t want to be in your place! I came to help — neighbors must stick together, you know.

Mrs. Kidwell: Perfect timing! I need to run to the market — there’s nothing left in my pantry. I’ve been up all night watching Gerald.

Mrs. Tattle: Go ahead, dear, I’ll watch your poor husband for you.
You can count on me — and my discretion.

Mrs. Kidwell: Thank you! I won’t be long. Goodbye!

Mrs. Tattle: Take your time, dear!

As soon as Mrs. Kidwell leaves, Mrs. Tattle starts snooping around. She grabs the phone.

Mrs. Tattle: Peggy? It’s Ginny — Ginny Tattle!
Guess where I am? At Mrs. Kidwell’s house!
You were right — ever since her husband died, she’s living it up.
She told me she was going shopping, but her pantry’s full to the top!

The Corpse: When you’re watching over the dead, you don’t talk on the phone.

Mrs. Tattle: Who’s there? … Must be the radio.

Mrs. Tattle: Anyway, she asked me to watch her grumpy old husband.
He was rich, sure, but a real penny-pincher!
They say he dropped dead after reading her shopping bills — ha! ha!

The Corpse: When you’re watching over the dead, you don’t talk on the phone.

Mrs. Tattle: That radio again!

She fiddles with the knobs and unplugs it.

Mrs. Tattle: Sorry, Peggy, it’s acting up.
Anyway, Mrs. Kidwell should be wearing black and mourning instead of prancing around like a merry widow!
And her husband wasn’t any better — rumor says he had several young girlfriends!

The Corpse in a deep voice: When you’re watching over the dead, you don’t talk on the phone!

Mrs. Tattle drops the receiver and screams.

Mrs. Tattle: A ghost! The dead have come for me! Help!

She rushes out of the house.

 

Scene 4 of this short comedic play — Aunt Edna Watches the Dead

Mrs. Kidwell returns, carrying shopping bags.

Mrs. Kidwell: Mrs. Tattle? Mrs. Tattle! Are you here?

She looks around.

Mrs. Kidwell: You just can’t count on anyone anymore. Now I’ll have to find someone else.

The doorbell rings again. Mrs. Kidwell puts down her bags and goes to answer. It’s Aunt Edna, holding a small suitcase.

Mrs. Kidwell: Aunt Edna!

Aunt Edna: Hello, my dear Josephine!

Mrs. Kidwell: Josephine was my mother. I’m Catherine.

Aunt Edna: That’s what I said, Josephine! Lovely name!

Mrs. Kidwell: No — I’m Catherine!

Aunt Edna: What did you say?

Mrs. Kidwell: Never mind. (to the audience) She’s as deaf as a post.

For the complete story, please purchase this short comedic play .

I work for a school in Quebec

Public and private schools under the Ministry of Education of Quebec can obtain theater scripts free of charge through a reprography rights program managed by Copibec.

An official email address from a school service center or a private school is required to benefit from this program. Students cannot directly request a script.

The number of plays you are entitled to annually may be limited.

Each request is analyzed and verified. We aim to respond within two business days.

I want to understand copyright

First, it is important to understand that copyright is multifaceted.

Reproduction Rights

When distributing a text to actors, whether in print or electronically, you must obtain the author’s permission and pay royalties. By purchasing a text on our Animagination website, you automatically obtain permission and rights, but these are for a single project only. The project must be carried out in an amateur or school setting. For professional use, an agreement must be reached directly with the author.

Please note that the procedure is different for schools in Quebec. Refer to the section I work for a Quebec school.

Performance Rights

Whether performances are free or an admission fee is charged, you must acquire performance rights to comply with copyright law. There are only two types of exceptions: in an educational setting where the audience consists solely of students (no parents), and within a family unit where no outside guests are invited.

On the Animagination website, you can acquire performance rights when purchasing the text or return later once the performance dates are determined. It is strongly advised to obtain these rights before the performances.

Please remember that royalties are the author’s sole income. This enables them to continue writing wonderful stories for young people.

Moral Rights

The author has the right to respect for their work. It cannot be modified or adapted without their consent. However, for texts from the Animagination website, you do not need authorization for the following modifications: changing a place name, altering a character’s gender, or changing an expression that is not common in the location where the play is presented. As soon as you completely transform a line of dialogue, you must contact the author.

For more details, please consult our Frequently Asked Questions at the bottom of each page in the Theatre Texts section.

This text is heavily inspired by an information leaflet from the Société québécoise des auteurs et autrices dramatiques (SoQAD).

Excerpt from the play

The Sleepwalking Corpse

A short comedic play by Luc Boulanger

Characters

Mr. Kidwell – the corpse
Mrs. Kidwell – the widow
Corrie – a young Girl Guide
Mrs. Tattle – the nosy neighbor
Aunt Edna – Mrs. Kidwell’s aunt
The Cobbler – a shoemaker


Set
Mr. Kidwell lies in a coffin or on a table placed as upright as possible. A few candles or small lamps can help create a mysterious atmosphere.

This short comedic play is protected by copyright laws. Before reproducing it (by photocopy), performing it in public, or publishing it on paper or electronically, please make sure you have the required permissions.

Presenter : Long ago, most people weren’t laid out in funeral homes. Before burial, families would keep watch over the body for several days — displaying it at home to accompany the deceased on their final journey. Mrs. Kidwell’s wealthy husband has just passed away, and she can’t wait to enjoy her newfound freedom…

 

Scene 1 — Mrs. Kidwell Watches Over Her Husband

Mrs. Kidwell sits beside her husband. She holds a small handkerchief to her eyes and sniffles softly.

Mrs. Kidwell: My dear Gerald… why did you have to leave so soon? My life will be empty without you. No other man could ever replace you.

The phone rings. Mrs. Kidwell gets up to answer.

Mrs. Kidwell (suddenly cheerful): Henry! Hello! Oh, I’m doing fine — well, considering the circumstances… This afternoon? Am I busy? Well, I’m in the middle of watching over my husband’s body… You’re inviting me to a restaurant? Oh, I don’t know… it might be a bit early… You’re right, I’m sure I can find a solution. One o’clock at the Lilac Café? I’ll be there. Perfect. Goodbye, Henry.

Mrs. Kidwell hangs up the phone.

Mrs. Kidwell: Don’t worry, Gerald. You won’t be alone. I’ll find someone to keep you company.

 

Scene 2 of this short comedic play — Corrie Watches the Dead

Suddenly, the doorbell rings.

Mrs. Kidwell: Oh! We’re not expecting anyone. Because of your constant bad mood, we never had any friends. Who could that be?

Mrs. Kidwell goes to answer the door. Corrie appears, wearing her Girl Guide uniform.

Corrie: Hello, ma’am! My name’s Corrie, and I’m with the St. Joseph-of-the-Sacred-Heart-of-the-Holy-Sunrise Girl Guides, and I’m selling chocolate bars to raise money for our summer camp!

Mrs. Kidwell: No, thank you, dear. I’m not interested.

Corrie: With every bar I sell, twenty-five cents goes to help poor children. And if I sell all forty bars, I’ll earn my Good Deed badge!

Mrs. Kidwell: I’m sorry, dear. I have too many worries right now.

Corrie: Well, have a good day, ma’am. I hope you solve your worries.

Corrie turns to leave.

Mrs. Kidwell: Wait — maybe you could help me.

Corrie: Guides are always ready to help others!

Mrs. Kidwell: If I buy one of your bars, would you agree to watch over my husband’s body?

Corrie: Watch over your husband’s body?

Mrs. Kidwell: Yes, I have to go out, and someone needs to stay with him.

Corrie: Oh … I’m kinda scared of dead people, actually.

Mrs. Kidwell: What if I bought five chocolate bars?

Corrie: Only five? But I have to sell all of them before the end of the afternoon to get my badge!

Mrs. Kidwell: All right — I’ll buy all forty bars if you agree to watch my Gerald all afternoon.

Corrie: All forty bars? Cool! You must be really rich, ma’am!

Mrs. Kidwell: Let’s just say my husband had excellent insurance.

Corrie: How did your husband die?

Mrs. Kidwell: Heart attack. They found him lying across his desk.

Corrie: What do I have to do?

Mrs. Kidwell: Just sit on this chair.

Corrie: That’s it?

Mrs. Kidwell: Yes.

Corrie: Do you pay for the bars now?

Mrs. Kidwell: How much are they?

Corrie: Two dollars each.

Mrs. Kidwell: Here — I’ll pay you half now, and the rest when I get back.

Corrie: Can I eat one while I’m waiting?

Mrs. Kidwell: Eat as many as you want. Chocolate makes me gain weight. I’m leaving right now. Be good — and don’t touch anything.

Corrie: No problem, ma’am!

Mrs. Kidwell is about to leave.

Corrie: Thank you, ma’am! Thanks to you, I’m sure to earn my Good Deed badge!

Mrs. Kidwell: That’s lovely. Goodbye!

Corrie is now alone with the dead man. She sits quietly for a moment.

Corrie: This is boring … and kinda creepy. Colette, our troop leader, always says we should sing when we’re scared.

Corrie starts to sing the classic scout song “I Love the Mountains ( Boom De Yada )”.

Corrie singing: I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills, I love the flowers, I love the daffodils … Boom de yada, boom de yada …

The Corpse: When you’re watching over the dead, you don’t sing.

Corrie: What? I think I heard something … No, it’s just my imagination.

She trembles all over.

Corrie: I’ll try another one … You can’t ride in my little red wagon … Front seat’s broken and the axle’s draggin’!

The Corpse: When you’re watching over the dead, you don’t sing.

Corrie’s fear grows. She screams.

Corrie: The corpse talked! That’s impossible! Corrie, calm down — deep breaths — think about your Good Deed badge!

She tries again, singing shakily.

Corrie singing: (Second verse, same as the first …) You can’t ride in my little red wagon …!

The Corpse: When you’re watching over the dead, you don’t sing.

Corrie screaming: I can’t take this anymore! I’ll get my badge some other time! Aaaahhh!

She runs off with the chocolate bars.

 

Scene 3 — Mrs. Tattle Watches the Dead

Mrs. Kidwell returns.

Mrs. Kidwell: What a lovely lunch with Henry! He’s taking me to the dance tonight.
Now I’d better go shopping. Wait — where’s the girl? She ran off with the chocolates and my money! What a little rascal. Now I’ll have to find someone else to watch Gerald.

The doorbell rings again. Mrs. Kidwell answers. It’s Mrs. Tattle.

Mrs. Kidwell: Oh! Mrs. Tattle — it’s you!

Mrs. Tattle: My poor Mrs. Kidwell, you have all my sympathy. I wouldn’t want to be in your place! I came to help — neighbors must stick together, you know.

Mrs. Kidwell: Perfect timing! I need to run to the market — there’s nothing left in my pantry. I’ve been up all night watching Gerald.

Mrs. Tattle: Go ahead, dear, I’ll watch your poor husband for you.
You can count on me — and my discretion.

Mrs. Kidwell: Thank you! I won’t be long. Goodbye!

Mrs. Tattle: Take your time, dear!

As soon as Mrs. Kidwell leaves, Mrs. Tattle starts snooping around. She grabs the phone.

Mrs. Tattle: Peggy? It’s Ginny — Ginny Tattle!
Guess where I am? At Mrs. Kidwell’s house!
You were right — ever since her husband died, she’s living it up.
She told me she was going shopping, but her pantry’s full to the top!

The Corpse: When you’re watching over the dead, you don’t talk on the phone.

Mrs. Tattle: Who’s there? … Must be the radio.

Mrs. Tattle: Anyway, she asked me to watch her grumpy old husband.
He was rich, sure, but a real penny-pincher!
They say he dropped dead after reading her shopping bills — ha! ha!

The Corpse: When you’re watching over the dead, you don’t talk on the phone.

Mrs. Tattle: That radio again!

She fiddles with the knobs and unplugs it.

Mrs. Tattle: Sorry, Peggy, it’s acting up.
Anyway, Mrs. Kidwell should be wearing black and mourning instead of prancing around like a merry widow!
And her husband wasn’t any better — rumor says he had several young girlfriends!

The Corpse in a deep voice: When you’re watching over the dead, you don’t talk on the phone!

Mrs. Tattle drops the receiver and screams.

Mrs. Tattle: A ghost! The dead have come for me! Help!

She rushes out of the house.

 

Scene 4 of this short comedic play — Aunt Edna Watches the Dead

Mrs. Kidwell returns, carrying shopping bags.

Mrs. Kidwell: Mrs. Tattle? Mrs. Tattle! Are you here?

She looks around.

Mrs. Kidwell: You just can’t count on anyone anymore. Now I’ll have to find someone else.

The doorbell rings again. Mrs. Kidwell puts down her bags and goes to answer. It’s Aunt Edna, holding a small suitcase.

Mrs. Kidwell: Aunt Edna!

Aunt Edna: Hello, my dear Josephine!

Mrs. Kidwell: Josephine was my mother. I’m Catherine.

Aunt Edna: That’s what I said, Josephine! Lovely name!

Mrs. Kidwell: No — I’m Catherine!

Aunt Edna: What did you say?

Mrs. Kidwell: Never mind. (to the audience) She’s as deaf as a post.

For the complete story, please purchase this short comedic play .

I work for a school in Quebec

Public and private schools under the Ministry of Education of Quebec can obtain theater scripts free of charge through a reprography rights program managed by Copibec.

An official email address from a school service center or a private school is required to benefit from this program. Students cannot directly request a script.

The number of plays you are entitled to annually may be limited.

Each request is analyzed and verified. We aim to respond within two business days.

I want to understand copyright

First, it is important to understand that copyright is multifaceted.

Reproduction Rights

When distributing a text to actors, whether in print or electronically, you must obtain the author’s permission and pay royalties. By purchasing a text on our Animagination website, you automatically obtain permission and rights, but these are for a single project only. The project must be carried out in an amateur or school setting. For professional use, an agreement must be reached directly with the author.

Please note that the procedure is different for schools in Quebec. Refer to the section I work for a Quebec school.

Performance Rights

Whether performances are free or an admission fee is charged, you must acquire performance rights to comply with copyright law. There are only two types of exceptions: in an educational setting where the audience consists solely of students (no parents), and within a family unit where no outside guests are invited.

On the Animagination website, you can acquire performance rights when purchasing the text or return later once the performance dates are determined. It is strongly advised to obtain these rights before the performances.

Please remember that royalties are the author’s sole income. This enables them to continue writing wonderful stories for young people.

Moral Rights

The author has the right to respect for their work. It cannot be modified or adapted without their consent. However, for texts from the Animagination website, you do not need authorization for the following modifications: changing a place name, altering a character’s gender, or changing an expression that is not common in the location where the play is presented. As soon as you completely transform a line of dialogue, you must contact the author.

For more details, please consult our Frequently Asked Questions at the bottom of each page in the Theatre Texts section.

This text is heavily inspired by an information leaflet from the Société québécoise des auteurs et autrices dramatiques (SoQAD).