New story spoiler!!

The clouds hung dark in the sky, blotting out the sun. The wind blew softly in lament, a grave dug and open, ready to claim the lost soul which had passed on. Sunny sat quietly, tears brimming her eyes.
"We are here to mourn the loss of our beloved Argyle Starshine," the priest began. "He was a loving father and caring stallion that none could surpass. May we have his spirit in our hearts as we keep his legacy close."
Silence fell over the small crowd gathered. Hitch put his hoof over Sunny shoulder, as she began to cry softly. "Shh, shh, it's okay.." Hitch pulled Sunny close to him, hugging her as she erupted into a bawling, tormented pony.
Sprout sat behind them, feeling Sunny's agony and hoping to hold her and comfort her broken heart. He began to stand, but his mother, Phyllis, held him in place. "We will show no sympathy to an idealist like her," she snapped. "Do you understand?" Sprout nodded and hung his head in silence as Sunny's racking sobs filled his ears.
The priest continued his eulogy, his own voice beginning to crack. "Argyle fought to find the lost eras of our past, living on his legends passed down from his ancestors. He was curious... but curiosity always kills the cat.."