To be honest though bludgeoning it with a tire iron seems pretty grotesque.
If it were me, I would do the humane thing - Lure the deer into the dream of an upper middle class lifestyle, and lend him some capital for a degree, and a house in the suburbs. As the economy sputters and he falls behind on his mortgage, struggling to find a job because his vehicle has been repo'd, he finds himself alone in his garage, his wife's nagging fading do a distant murmur. Peace at last as he kicks away the chair.
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