I remember being sad about the major event that happens midway through the series (spoiler warning for the rest of this post), but I figured that that was mostly due to my being eleven at the time. It wasn’t, apparently, because while it didn’t ruin my life, it did make me incredibly upset. L’s character is written in such a way that you don’t truly appreciate him until it’s too late to do so. Through a lot of the episodes, I found myself wondering why I had liked him so much as a kid. He’s funny, but not outstandingly so. And then… I was completely devastated by his death all over again. The writing in this show isn’t as revolutionary as I remember it being, but it does what it sets out to do. Now I just have to find the motivation to watch the next ten episodes without him.