I am making a prejudicial statement because I adore Du Maurier's novel Rebecca:
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again ... And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.
I truly wouldn't change a thing about Rebecca. It is horrifyingly suspenseful, heartbreakingly eerie, tragically mysterious, and romantically endearing enough just the way it is.
The ending is always a tragic shock--so much so that I must go back and reread as much as possible to see if I missed something or several things that will produce a different meaning to the words on the last pages. But it always ends the same, no matter what I reread--and like any great work--the ending always has the same sorrowful affect upon me. No--I wouldn't change a thing, not a thing.