Another Point of Singularity

You might say this one was inevitable. Okay, you're a washed up comedian/TV host/action star. Some industry type offers you a new lease on life to say you from the Hell of the suburban dinner theater tour. You jump on the chance to become the host of an "edgy reality based surveillance TV show" that confronts people cheating at their relationships in flagrente delecto. The show: CHEATERS. The result: you get stabbed by one of your outraged targets. It was only a matter of time.

If I were this guy, I'd be rethinking my career.