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// Chapter 3 
// Story: Don't Cry Because It's Over...Smile Because It Happened. 
// by cerealkiller78 
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"I love to make you smile, smile, smile, yes I do."

"Come on everybody, smile, smile, smile, fill my heart up with sunshine, sunshine. All I really need's a smile, smile, smile, from these happy friends of miiiine!!"

She was watching Pinkie's funeral. They had played the one and only song that Pinkie, herself had written, sung, and recorded. A song of how she wanted everybody to smile and be happy...a stark comparison of the event it was being played at. Nobody had felt like smiling or being happy.

Sunset let go of her arm.

She couldn't help but think of the inevitable. What would happen after she was gone?.. What would her funeral look like? Would there even be a funeral? Who would there be to attend it? All of her friends were gone, save for Twilight. Maybe Sonata would attend.

Maybe they would have her cremated, and spread her ashes somewhere...heh, wouldn't that be fitting, after all, she had sung that phoenix song all those years ago...

She couldn't help but think that she had never found the true meaning of her cutiemark...a red and yellow sun, in a ying yang symbol. She had gotten it when she hatched Philomena as her entrance test into Celestia's school...but she had never found out what exactly it actually meant.

She missed that phoenix...she had grown quite attached to that bird before going through the mirror portal and leaving him behind. She had told Twilight about him, and was surprised when Twilight told her that she had seen Philomena. Twilight had been quite ecstatic to find out that Philomena had originally belonged to Sunset. 

Sunset had been surprised that Celestia had taken over caring for Philomena, but she was thankful to hear it, nonetheless. Thankful that the bird was still being well taken care of. 

When Celestia had retired, Twilight took over caring for Philomena, and still did to this day.

Sunset put her hand back to her arm, looking far back to some of her earliest memories of when she first entered this world, and the awkward moments. She chuckled to herself. There was the time when she mistook a porcelain throne for a water source, and how she thought it was magical that it was self refilling.

Then, there was the even more awkward moments... like when she mistook a brand mark on one of the Apple family's horses, for a cutiemark. Poor Applejack had a really awkward time trying to explain that to Sunset...they stopped that practice soon after.

Sunset removed her hand from her arm and sighed. It was all over now. She was old. Her story was nearing its end. She just hoped that Twilight wouldn't fall into a deep depression after she was gone.