Jon Snow knows one thing — his wildling love took an arrow to the back.
Goodnight, Moon Door.
Stabbed by a reanimated skeleton (and his own sister). He was sick anyway.
Stop — it’s hammer time!
How did his neck get snapped? Hodor (with an assist from Bran).
Presumed dead. Hell hath no fury like two women scorned.
Bravely recited the Night’s Watch oath before being slain by a giant. Aww…now, that’s dedication.
Always kept his eye on the prize. Until he couldn’t.
Choked by her necklace and her sorrowful dwarf ex-lover.
Suffered from that fatal combination of poisonous refreshments and general D-baggery.
Died while aiming an arrow. Should have been shooting it.
Shot through the heart, and Tyrion’s to blame.
A rapist and raider-turned-delicious direwolf dinner.
Poked with a Needle by Arya Stark.
Sansa’s rescuer was paid with a crossbow to the chest. (Thanks a lot, Baelish.)
The mutineering Night’s Watchman got a sword in the skull (and out the mouth).
He died doing what he loved: biting the Hound’s bare flesh.
Learned the hard way that you do not want to make Arya angry.