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// Smile 
// Story: Smile! 
// by Pizzema Forte 
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     Cheese Sandwich stared at the abandoned shell of a pony that used to be Pinkie Pie… She was so… beautiful. Even then, her mane was still perfect. Everything she stood for was perfect. She was an amazing friend, and seeing her so cold…so lifeless was depressing. 
The funeral service had ended nearly an hour before that. The stallion, however, needed some private time to come to terms with the sudden death. Nothing could ever replace the beauty that was Pinkamena Diane Pie. Generations would pass, and there would still never be another pony like her. Nopony could ever be born with her natural determination and free spirit. Nopony could even be close to her light-spirited and gleeful attitude. She truly was the most amazing mare he’d ever met… She was his inspiration for everything he turned out to be in life… Nothing would be able to replace the gorgeous mare. 
Slowly, two trickling tears fell down the stallion’s face, hugged his chin, and fell to the ground below. His trembling hooves reached out and help the mare’s upper body in his arms. She was cold, not warm and soft like he’d remembered. Still, she was still Pinkie, and that’s all that mattered. Slowly, he took the corpse into his embrace and sung a familiar tone at a much slower tempo than it had ever been sang. 
“I really am so happy… 
Your smile fills me with glee….” 
The stallion chocked back on his own tears as he continued singing. 
“I give a smile, 
I get a smile… 
And that’s so special to me….” 
Cheese trembled as he heard the mare’s voice echo the song in his mind. Slowly, he set down the previously inhabited body. He rested her back against the coffin in the most comfortable position he could. Slowly, he sighed and felt tears in his eyes. 
It was at that moment high winds picked up. Branches in the trees above swayed back and forth and rustled. 
Looks like a storm’s coming… better get back home before I get caught in it… 
Slowly, the stallion closed the casket and walked away. He fought against the wind as he tried to head in the direction of home. The whirling wind whipped through hid wild mane. It was then a white piece of paper hit the stallion in the face. He let out a grunt before removing it. Suddenly, the wind died. The stallion stared at the paper and silently read it to himself. 

Dear Cheese Sandwich, 
I know I told you to plan my funeral, and I know it was a lot of work. I know getting ponies to smile would be hard, and I didn’t expect you to get everypony to smile. I know Pumpkin’s still down in the gutters, but I’m sure she’ll get over it as time passes… I really hate seeing her sad like that… 
Anyway, I just wanted to tell you how happy I am that you tried hard to get my friend’s spirits up. I know it was hard to do without telling jokes or being your cute, goofy, self, but I’m sure you did everything you could to make things work out. Please carry on smiling, and never lose your hope. Please tell Dashie I forgive her for whatever she’s upset about. Tell my sister I’ll be looking over her. Tell Pound and Pumpkin that I still love them, even if I now have no way of showing it. Tell all of my friends to prosper and live their lives to the fullest. 
Love, 
Pinkie Pie
P.S.: It’s really hard to write when you’re disembodied.