The worrisome truth is that the pig just doesn't care. Having been ushered into the comforting arms of denial, the pig sees only what's right in front of him.
He knows he has no future. He knows there are no golden years awaiting him. So why waste time on hope?
He can't change his fate—woe betide the pig who believes otherwise—so he busies himself with what he can control: his clothes. His look. His style. It's a trifling thing, but it's the only thing within his grasp, so he clutches at it like a log in a rushing river. It won't save his life, but it might save his soul.
So we'll say the only thing with any meaning at all: Looking sharp, pig.
Addendum (3/21/11): Yes, as Dr. Schnauzer points out in the comments, this pig is of course impersonating Jim Carrey's character from The Mask. Look, we can't be expected to notice everything.