I saw Furious 7 tonight, and it was pretty much the best movie of its type that I can imagine.
Yes, I did almost cry watching the Paul Walker tribute at the end. The tribute is very well done, but my mom's passing has given me a different understanding of the loss of a person's life. Seeing Paul's car drive off on the separate path, I get a lump in my throat. He drives off alone, and as his car shrinks in the distance, we know this is the last time we will ever see him. Even writing this now, I can't help but cry as I think about my mom taking that path away from me and my dad.