Happily the pig lays down his life to further the cause of romance. And why not? History has taught us that the animals will die for us at a moment's notice, to satisfy any whim. To furnish our snacks and adorn our celebrations, they lie down in droves. And this isn't the first time we've seen them sacrifice themselves for our romantic benefit.
To ensure the love affair gathers steam, the pig bares his belly for Cupid's meddlesome arrow. Punctured, he finds his life's purpose at last, as his pooling blood forms the backdrop for a charming tryst.
Pigs find their greatest joy when they are used to ignite the kindling of our love lives. Correction: their second-greatest joy. The greatest comes at the moment when they are consumed.