Back when I was a brony, there was neigh-verending disc-horse about whether the herd was on the verge of being put out to pasture, as it were, but all equus-perience hath shewn that this has not yet hay-ppened, and likewise for Hexbear. Online communities in fact remain in stable condition so long as ponies whinny about how "the end is neigh": the community can never be in its tail-end as long as even just two ponies worry, for worry shows a desire for the community to keep trotting. Therefore, any online community will end only when it behooves all its members.

It's like a Twilight Sparkle Zone oracle of one's deathbed, showing that one lived a foal life fulfilling mare or less all one's de-sires, leaving one ready for a painless canter to the Pearly Gaits. Though one made a cutie mark on the world, and one will be missed, life gallops on. The oracle neighs that all of this will happen regardless of one's own actions, but whether it's in a year-ling or half a century is for oneself to find out.

...And then one spends the rest of one's life mule-ing about the day one stops mule-ing.

Natural, perhaps, but also a bit foal-ish, neigh?