To all you blasphemers and naysayers, I present incontrovertible proof that my deity of choice does exist:
Behold, the Great Pumpkin.
That ought to put a stop to theological arguments around here.
The Great Pumpkin: The Pragmatic Choice. What other deity will yield a few hundred tasty pies from his innards, and still have enough substance to make a kick-ass lawn decoration?
Convert now, I say, before the most high holy day of our religion.