Why do we dislike happy endings? More importantly, why do we equate them with shallowness or fluff? It’s an important question.
For the record, I like happy endings. I don’t always need them. Nor do I think they are always dramatically appropriate. Some stories are bound to have sad or ambiguous endings, and that’s just fine with me. I don’t always need the hero to find love, the bad guy to get his comeuppance, and everybody getting a free puppy by the end. But I do like it when it works and when it is justified within the story itself.