Alright, I'm sure it goes without saying that it is quite a rarity for a movie to supersede the greatness of a book. A. Rarity.
Especially when the book is written by a quasi goddess who has managed to touch the lives of so many people in the most magical (haha i'm punny) and unadulterated, brilliant way.
But that does not excuse the abysmal way Voldemort's death was handled in the movie.
THE ACTUAL HELL.
Here's the video, in case you need to see the horror uncoil in film form.
Gather round, kiddies, as we take a moment to do what must have slipped the screenwriters' minds, shall we? Let's actually read the damn book...
"And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead."