Some of my relatives have a dairy farm. One time they had to put down a young cow and had it cut for beef/veal for themselves, since it was so sudden and unplanned. They told the cow's name, what had happened to it, what its temperament had been like. That was enough to make the eating experience weird and a bit offputting.
How much my flute cost. (It's from my fun money, and a bargain for what it is, but still.)