Just finished The Great Gatsby, and the ending made me so depressed. Gatsby wasn't my favorite, but just thinking about how no one mourned the image of himself he created as a person. Jay Gatsby was only mourned for his material values. One person only called for a pair of shoes. However, Jim Gatsby was mourned the smallest bit by his father. Jim Gatsby was someone's son, and Jay had no parents, for he created himself. Jim was remembered for his childhood and mourned for that, and Jay was mourned for the house he bought Jim's parents. Jim was the death of a human, and Jay was the death of prosperity and riches. In my head, they are two different people in the same body.