Lots of times it seems that writers don’t dare to look a dying character in the eye, as if afraid to be blamed personally for the murder. When it comes to killing, a writer needs to be a monster; no emotions, just every gruesome detail. George R R Martin never forgets to make the dying of his characters personal, no matter how minute they are. To me, every death scene in Song of Ice and Fire is a tragedy (and there’s plenty of them), even if the character was made to be hated (you all know which characters I mean). There’s also one line in the HBO series Game of Thrones (yes, I’m nuts about that show), delivered by King Robert about killing men: “They don’t tell you how they all shit themselves. They don’t put that part in the songs.”
To that purpose, I love Quentin Tarantino’s movies. Not because they are quirky and don’t even have to make sense to be awesome but because the killing is always personal. It’s important to show the dying as well. That character wasn’t just a prop, it was a person. The least we can do is say farewell to them, not pretend like they never existed in the first place.