Our grandmother used to keep guinea pigs for all the grandkids. It got too much for her so we were informed they’d “gone to live on a farm”. Being cynical teens, we rolled our eyes because we *knew* that was a euphemism for having them put to sleep.
Anyway, at least ten years later it came up in conversation and it was mentioned that we *knew* what really happened. My mum looked at me and said “they actually DID go to a farm.”