The six ponies sat around their table, hooves, or in one case mouth, around their hayburgers.

“Did anypony get mine? It had extra cheese!” Rainbow Dash broke the silence, watching Twilight with anticipation. The other pony just looked confused, but Rainbow snickered anyways. “Cheese, get it? Like Quesadillas?”

Everypony frowned at her except Fluttershy, who was still busy checking her hayburger for extra cheese, and Pinkie, who was still busy being Pinkie. “Come on, it was funny!” Rainbow Dash protested in the face of their glares. “So, what else is in your secret party cave, Pinkie? Any other fun gossip?”

Pinkie just shook her head. “Don’t be silly, Dashie! I can’t talk about anypony else. Planner partygoer confidentiality! There are laws! I think hippos wrote them!”

“Pinkie, I think that’s for doc-” Twilight started to say, then she noticed the predatory grin on Rainbow Dash’s face. “You know what, never mind.”

Silence, interrupted only by chewing, returned for a few moments. Then Applejack frowned in thought.

“Wait, anypony [i]else[/i]?” She asked. “Does that mean you plan parties for yourself, too?”

“Of course!” Pinkie boasted. “I’m going to organize all sorts of great Pinkie birthday parties and Pinkie anniversaries and a Pinkie funeral. Well, I guess somepony else will have to organize the Pinkie funeral, but I still made a plan. Maybe I can get Cheese Sandwich to do it?”

Most of the ponies looked quite startled at that; Rainbow Dash looked briefly surprised, but just shook her head and gave a resigned laugh. “Figures. If anypony would plan her own funeral, it would be Pinkie Pie.”

Said pony gave a huge nod. “It’s going to be great! There’s going to be cotton candy and pin the halo on the pony and stand up comedy acts! Really put the ‘fun’ in ‘fun’eral!” She waved her hooves wildly, illustrating each attraction, before finally noticed the looks she was getting from her friends. “What?”

"Ah, Pinkie dear, isn't that kind of tasteless for a funeral?"

“No way! I wouldn’t want anypony to be sad at my funeral!” Pinkie stated confidently. “Everypony should be laughing and having fun!”

Everypony looked at somepony else, each hoping not to be the one to respond to that. Finally Twilight spoke up.

“Pinkie, a funeral isn’t about having fun. It’s about celebrating and honoring the memory of the pony who died.”

“Of course it is, silly!” Pinkie replied. “That’s why I want everypony to have fun, because that’s how I want to be remembered. If you were planning Rarity’s funeral, you wouldn’t use cheap and tacky decorations, would you?”

The unicorn gave a gasp and a shudder at the thought. Pinkie nodded knowingly. “I don’t mind if other ponies want to have extra-sad funerals with ceremonies and speeches and stuff, but it’s my funeral and I’ll do what I want to. Well, wanted to.” 

“I think that sounds… kinda nice,” Fluttershy offered quietly. Then she hesitated when the others looked at her with surprise. “Everyone being happy, I mean.”

Most of her friends seemed to accept that, but not all. "It just feels like being happy at a funeral is gosh darn disrespectful,” came a voice of dissent.

“Disrespectful to who, Applejack?” Pinkie asked. “Because I would want you to have fun. Isn’t that all that matters?”

She looked around the table. Burgers lay ignored in various stages of consumption, but one by one each pony gave a thoughtful nod. “Good! Now have fun at my funeral or I’m going to haunt you! I want it to be the bestest funeral ever!” She said, reaching her forelegs around the table and somehow managing to pull everypony into a giant hug. “I just wish I could be there! Actually, Twilight, know any good books on zombies?”