Date: December 12, 1849
Location: Canterlot, Hat Maker's Store

Alright everypony, meet Hatter, now don't let that hourglass fool you. He isn't The Doctor so he won't regenerate. To bad, he would really need that. He was a hat maker in the late 1800's. There was one problem though with Hatter. He owned a hat shop which was good since in the late 1800's hats were in big demand. He had many customers, that's good too.

"Excuse me sir, I need my hat refitted can you do that?" The customer asked.

Hatter responded with a scream. "AHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Freaking the customer out making him leave. Hatter was, to put it bluntly, out of his freakin mind. That's the problem, he grabbed a pin and stabbed his hoof and laughed. He was mad as a hatter. Hatter was like many other hat makers during this time. Most of the hat makers went mad. Every time a customer would come in he would scream, slap them, talk to himself, look in the mirror screaming and even attack his own customers. What caused him to act this way? Well, we needed a little help so we brought Rarity to tell us since she makes some hats and dresses. She knows what's wrong with Hatter. So Rarity what was Hatter's problem.

"Hatter had Mad Hatter Disease or Mad Hatter Syndrome which was an occupational disease among hat makers. It was caused by Chronic Mercury Poisoning. It affected those whose felting work involved prolonged exposure to mercury vapors. The neurotoxic effects included tremor and the pathological shyness and irritability characteristic of erethism. He went completely mad. His years too exposure, it was bad for him."

Thanks Rarity, finally, thanks to the mercury Hatter's brain fried, his lungs were completely damaged, his kidneys dying slowly and he started having lung problems. He was all alone laughing, crying, and hallucinating.

"Oh yes Celestia i'd love to make you a hat for when you meet Chrysalis. Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!! What's that Discord you want a hat to!!! Yes is that it!!! Hahahahahahaha!!!!!!! *Cough!!!!!!*"

Hatter lost his mind, lost his customer's, and finally with one last cough...Lost his...Life.

*Plop*

He collapsed and was found dead two days later.

"Sir...Sir...Oh my..He's dead!!!!" A customer said running off.

Poor Hatter. His shop is closed...Forever

Way To Die #12: Hat's All Folks.

Author's Note

I'm taking a week break from this story since my birthday is next week and I would like to celebrate it. It's only for one week. After that I will be back with more Ways To Die. Also a reminder if you have any ideas. I'd love to hear them.