Twilight Sparkle died on a Tuesday.
To be a little more precise, Twilight Sparkle stopped breathing at a quarter past eleven on a Tuesday morning. It was, if she dared say so herself, a fine day in Ponyville. She had been having lunch with two of her friends, when her rather over-enthusiastic bite of her daisy sandwich had travelled down her throat the wrong way, blocking her airway.
“Damn it!” said Twilight Sparkle. “Hold on a minute, girls.”
With that, Twilight Sparkle pulled her head off, and magicked the offending piece of sandwich out of her throat. She then placed her head back on her neck, and a quick healing spell reattached it to the somewhat decaying flesh of her neck. Then she popped the sandwich bite back in her mouth, and made sure to chew more thoroughly this time, before swallowing.
“So, Posey, how’s your sewing coming along?” said Twilight Sparkle, taking a sip of water that spilled out of the hole in her cheek. Twilight frowned. She really had to fix that one of these days.
“Oh, it’s coming along pretty nice,” muttered the young earth pony, who took after her grandfather far more than her grandmother in terms of colour, her red coat contrasting sharply with her light pink mane, “I’ve really been getting the hang of the cross-stitch, so Granny Bloom reckons I c’n help out with the next patch on the Apple Family quilt.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” said Twilight, “Do you have a design in mind?”
“I was thinkin’ about something about my grandparents,” said Posey, who was deliberately not looking at Twilight, “there’s nothing on the quilt about them yet, so I wanted to be the first, cause grandma Fluttershy was part o’ the family too.”
Twilight Sparkle tilted her head. It nearly fell off for a minute, but a hit from Twilight’s hoof knocked it back into place.
“Posey, are you okay? Is something bothering you?”
“It’s you,” said the pegasus sitting next to Twilight, her rainbow mane tied back into a slick ponytail, “and no offense, but she hasn’t had as long as us to get used to your...nature, Twilight. It’s a little unnerving seeing you take your head off like that.”
“Oh my gosh, Posey, I had no idea!” said Twilight Sparkle, “I’m terribly sorry, I do occasionally forget that not everypony is as used to my situation as I am.”
“Hey, I think it’s totally wicked!” grinned the pegasus.
“Speedy Stitch, you are not helping,” said Twilight Sparkle, hissing out the side of her mouth.
“I’m fine, really,” said Posey, still not looking directly at Twilight, “I just need a little more time to get used to it.”
Twilight smiled as kindly as she could manage.
“Well, in that case, lunch is on me. You two enjoy yourselves, I have to go reorganise the fiction section again. I’ll see you two later!” said Twilight, vanishing in a blast of purple sparks.
She arrived in her castle’s library, and her wings promptly fell off.
“I really need a better preservation spell,” she muttered, her magic snagging her wings, and reattaching them to her sides. In the same motion, she grabbed a biscuit from a nearby jar for her to chew on while she researched.
But as she pulled ‘So You’re A Lich, A Guide For Dummies’ down from its spot on the shelf, Twilight noticed that her quills were out of alignment, and she gasped in shock.
Unfortunately, she was still chewing on her biscuit, and it lodged in her throat, and Twilight Sparkle stopped breathing again.