Poor, poor, poor, poor Spike!

What mental anguish, what inner demons could have driven him to a fate like this?

O, woe are we, filthy ponies! We have sinned gravely, we who never recognized his surpassing genius nor grasped his astonishing originality nor perceived the radiant shining beauty of his pure, unstained soul!

*falls sobbing onto dirt road, rips clothes in anguish, grasps a tortured hoofful of dust and throws it on head*