When I was a young'un, we had chickens. So I learned early that if you wanted to eat meat, you had to take responsibility for the death involved in your meal. I also learned that you don't waste food because that would be wasting the creature's life. I have no problem eating venison, pheasant, etc (provided that the hunter is competent; no dynamite in the fishpond, etc). The less wasted the better.
For the language aspect of this thread, I'm reminded of an "in-house" mandatory workshop we had here at work a few years back. The overly cheerful (female) speaker informed us that here at the library our first priority was to service the patrons. The only time I'd ever heard "service" as a verb, it involved artificial insemination of livestock, or "patronizing" a brothel.