Many years had passed by. Rarity's leg had simply refused to heal, and now rendered her an isolated basket case, embittered by the joys of the outside world. Once a week Applejack would pop in to deliver a new batch of moonshine liquor, Rarity's new addiction. Today was a particularly bleak and chilly day in Ponyville, and Rarity had decided to kill herself with the shotgun that her uncle got her last christmas. Suddenly... The door opened. Applejack strutted inside with another keg of 95% alcohol for her good friend to enjoy.

"Here's your good ol' hootin'-tootin' booze, partner!" Applejack chortled.

Rarity cast a furious look towards Applejack.

"Alas, what good be ardent spirits in such damned a time as the now? Thine sorrow cannot be drown't by whisky, neither thine longing tamed by wine." Rarity sighed.

Then Rarity drew her shotgun, and placed the tip in her mouth.

"Hey, what's with all this here hootin'-tootin' suicide, now, partner?" Applejack queried.

Rarity turned the gun on Applejack, shot her in the face, then turned the gun back on herself. Then she shot herself.