At the end of The Forsyte Saga series by John Galsworthy. Soames dies and I actually shed a tear. The characters had become part of my life! Same when Rabbit (Harry Angstrom) dies at the end of John Updike’s Rabbit books.
I love a flawed protagonist.
Jonathan Ross, backpedalling furiously.
So Boomer Grannies, have we gone backwards?

