I used to own a Courier company, and one of our clients sold food packing supplies.
So, once a week I would visit a slaughterhouse.
Before I was Vegan I can't say delivering to this place was a pleasant experience. It smelled horrible. The employees would come out of the back room covered with blood and guts to sign my manifest. They would smell so bad that I always let them keep my pen. I didn't want it back.
Many times they would not hear me ring the bell that they had in their front room, so, in a hurry, I would enter the back room.
Seeing death (human or animal) on TV is a lot different than in real life. I've seen documentaries on slaughterhouses and every "Faces Of Death" movie there is, but when you add smell and texture to your experience, it's much different.
After becoming Vegan (and surprisingly my visits to this slaughterhouse did not persuade me to become one) this place seemed to be diseased. As sanitary as one would hope they would be, animal blood and by-products could be seen everywhere. On the walls, doors, floors, chairs, you name it.
The doorknobs were the most
ing part. (You don't even want to know!).
heehee, all better.
That's just wrong! 
) I don't know if they've suggested doing that with his head, though... 
