Love for Cop Rock warms my heart. That show was weirdly incredible.
I used to love watching shows that very obviously were going to be cancelled quickly. Like, you could tell the show's creators were just lucky to be there, that they somehow created a sellable pilot, and no idea how to advance it beyond that point. Usually these shows are picked not because they're good, but because they're incredibly compatible with another show. And sometimes, if a network commits to one awful series because they think it will somehow sell, they HAVE to find a weak-sister to match it with.
So in 2006 I was tickled to see the first episode of the EXTREMELY skimpy Fox sitcom "Happy Hour." The premise of the show was that this mild-mannered city guy was getting over a bad break-up and moving on with his life thanks to the support from his wacky friends. The HOOK of the show, however, was that these characters would get together in his spacious apartment every day and have their own casual happy hour, sipping champagne and hanging out. THAT'S IT.
I remember watching the first episode, and they got to the tiny, low-key happy hour at the twenty minute mark (where the Paul F. Thompkins-like lead sips champagne while wearing a too-tight dinner jacket), and realized it was the saddest plot device on which to hang an entire series. It was almost Dadaist.
The show was promptly canceled -- Wikipedia says four episodes aired, but I remember the program going on hiatus after that first week. Ironically, I also remember its timeslot partner, another new show that, evidently, Fox was much more intrigued by. That would be the the beginning of an 81 episode run for "Til Death."
I also saw the only two aired episodes of the immortal "Secret Diary Of Desmond Pfieffer." Beat that.