I guess what I really want, is if i'm going to be eating the flesh of another, he or she should be only dead after a epic, heart felt battle, and my husband, who is a lookalike lumber jack, walking up the wood path with the animal over his shoulder, scratches over my mans face, and the pride! in the dead animals eyes.
Mortimer, you'll get this book before i leave (don't worry!) and i think you'll be feeling the same way
Oh and for your mental note, the day that i'm talking of, still hasnt arrived.