Living in the Gilded Age

In another sign that the apocolypse is upon us, pet funeral homes are popping up all over the country.

From the AJC: "While a pianist played an elegiac funeral hymn, the solemn group watched images of their loved ones during a DVD tribute. The tribute flashed images of the departed at various stages of their lives: one snoozing under a blanket on his first birthday; another playing with toys on a Christmas morning; a third staring into the distance during his last years."

Also, there is a report that the UK's obesity problem is spreading to its pets.

Does this seem insane to anyone else, or should I consider investing in a small cabin in the woods and a typewriter?