I had something similar happen when I was about 10 or so. I used to spend 3 or more weeks in the summer staying at my Grandparents house. Both were retired but they did have chickens. My job every morning was to go out and collect the eggs. They, of course, became MY chickens.
Flash ahead to fall. We were going to their place for our regular Sunday afternoon family gathering and when we pulled into the yard this is what I saw. My Grandfather would grab a chicken by the head, take his jackknife and cut the head off, leaving the chicken to run around the yard like... well, like a chicken with its head cut off. It didn't take long before the nerves quit functioning, but, it was surprising how far they could run like that. Then my Grandmother would take them and drop them into boiling water for just a little while to make it easy to remove the feathers. That afternoon my entire chicken family was done in and readied for the freezer. Except, of course for the couple that they held out for Sunday Dinner. What was amazing is that they actually expected me to eat any of it. Fortunately, I got over the trauma and now can quite happily devour chicken with no bad feelings at all. But, then again... I am dead on the inside!
We had that TV for over 20 years, and it worked great, so we just never saw a need to replace it. DS had it in his room for a bit until it finally gave out.