I hate endings. Give me an acceptable beginning and a happy middle and keep the ending to yourself I say. Endings are nostalgia  evocative. When they pertain to people leaving a certain office the effusive speeches and the deliberate emotion shake up make it worse. The former also make me question how much of the tribute paid to the departee is actually true and how much just the speaker following the set norm whatever that maybe. I hate endings also because they intensify the grey the blurred lines and more. Endings stinks!