Years ago I kept a dozen or so Araucana chickens, and when one would get to the point of being suitable for chicken stew, I would take it out in the front yard and... choke it.
OMG, I swear I never knew....
... and then there was a time that a friend of mine tried to ingratiate himself with the local clergy. I advised him to be discreet about it, lest he be accused of buttering up the bishop.