He thrashes his head from side to side, giant red lips opening and closing, as he moans and groans at the crowd. He flails his huge paper mache arms and sometimes flips the crowd the bird. He sports a different color of hair each year and his bowtie, cummerbund and cuffs are always a different color, too; something that onlookers have come to anticipate. Sometimes he wears earrings, other times his lobes are bare.
The fire dancer taunts him with a torch, while dancing around the 50-foot effigy. He never knows when his flowing tunic will be ignited, sparking the end to his “life,” which in turn incites a roar of approval from the crowd, complete with whistling and chants of “Burn him! Burn him!”