Oh, he's amazed me with his ability to deal with death and sick chicks. He's even been with me through eggtopsies (which I was hesitant to do with him, but he handled them like a champ and was very curious.) We took some extra roos to the Amish and were loading them in the car and he said something to them about liking their new home. I said "honey, they are going to the amish". He turned to them and the next thing I heard was, "I hope you guys like it in heaven." But in a very caring sympathetic way, not a psychopathic way.
So, he's good. (I won't tell you how excited he was to flush his first goldfish down the toilet when he died.) No worries about the pics.