So, what happens when it's time to eat one? Do you go out and ask, "Anybody feel like lunch?"

Actually, I think a certain Mr. Burroughs wrote a whole book about getting used to the death of our food, and the fact that we are animals, not vegetables; heterotrophs, not autotrophs; and must understand that we must eat something that is or was alive, to stay alive ourselves.

This is, of course, why all thoughtful and/or religious people say Grace before meals.

P.s. I am not very religious, and only intermittently thoughtful, so I'm certain I've eaten some food which might have some anger issues with me. To all of my food whose forgiveness I've failed to ask, I say now that I humbly beg your pardon and assure you that you died well, and were delicious.