Plus, everyone that Wolverine has ever known or loved has died. Some have died horribly. Look at the scene with the Munson family. Such a feel good scene...and then looked what happened moments later. But that's the point. It is not only the fact that they die, but just how utterly unceremonious their deaths are. X-24 just murders Charles while he is lying in bed without uttering a word, not even displaying enjoyment or satisfaction. The significance of his death simply meaning nothing to Logan's Doppelganger. Meanwhile, Wolverine lost one of the last true friend that he had. The climax drives it home the hardest with Logan completely outmatched and getting his ass absolutely handed to him by his doppelganger, only for Laura to bail him out with the Adamantium bullet, only for him to die anyway. No final epic ass kicking, no heroic sacrifice, no significance in his death. No, instead the centuries old mutant, Wolverine, the LAST living X-Man in the world...he just dies. His body is not encased in Adamantium and literally placed on a pedestal that serves as a grand memorial. He's just buried under a pile of rocks marked only by two branches lashed together in an X, right in the middle of absolutely fukking nowhere North Dakotan wilderness (sorry to all of you North Dakota, brehs
), in a place where even his daughter will probably not be able to remember. Logan's body will probably be dug up by a pack of wolves later and eaten. And that is what made the film so exquisitely poignant and impactful.
