Reading
the last page of 'Of Mice and Men'.
The ending of that was just completely unexpected, as far as I was concerned, and shocked me to tears.
I didn't even particularly like the book. It was just our GCSE course text.

No doubt I have actually cried since then. I can't imagine that I've not cried in 4 years now, but if I have it's been over some physical pain or other, no doubt which I've forgotten.

Edit: Ignore all that. That did make me cry, but I've remembered a couple of more recent ones.
The first time I heard Johnny Cash's cover of Hurt, after hearing he'd died. I looked back on it as the final thoughts of a dying man. So powerful, I can't actually hear that now without welling up a little.
Same goes for listening to Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah. Gets me every time.
(sky blue sam, Thu 14 Apr 2005, 16:23, Reply)