This year, we had an unprecedented double watermelon sacrifice.  The depravity also seemed to be double the normal.

No description can do this event justice, but we'll try.  The watermelon is carried in procession to the sacrificial site while the congregation chants the Watermelon Chant:

Watermelon, watermelon, red to the rind / If you don't believe me, just pull down your blind / I sell it to the rich; I sell it to the poor / I sell it to the lady standing in that door.

A vestal virgin lies down on the sacrificial site, and the watermelon is placed on her belly.  The crowd then dances over and around the watermelon, while the chant increases in tempo and intensity.  Sometime before the climactic moment, the vestal virgin gets out from underneath the watermelon.  (As you'll see in a second, it's dangerous for her to stay there.)  As the climax nears, Tutu Man himself dances over the watermelon with sword.  The pace and intensity of the Watermelon Chant continues to increase.  Tutu Man unsheathes the sword.  The chanting has crossed over to screaming.  On the last loud "... door!" the sword splits the red wet fruit.  The chant resumes, slowly and deliberately, while the sword slices into the watermelon again and again.  The crowd partakes.  Some men have cigarettes and then go to sleep.