When his arms raise, it's almost time. 

The flames rise along his legs, as the tempest in the crowd builds.  The pitch rising, crescendo as we see the man alight!

The first bang is unexpected.  The man disappears into flame and spark.

We burn our totems tonight.  In memory and honor. . .as well as to erase the evils of the past while we pray for peace in the present.

Burn baby, Burn!!! Go to the next page.