When I was younger I had an aunt that was obsessed with Elvis Presley. She was one of the people that had the 4ft tall velvet painting of him hanging in the living room. When I would spend the night at her house she would play his records and we would dance around to his songs. We would watch his movies and generally submit to all things ELVIS!!
My mom told me once when I was a little older that my aunt was so distraught by his death that she had become near suicidal. So what did my mother do to calm my aunt down? She told her that Elvis was secretly in love with my aunt, but when he heard that she had married another man it broke his heart so badly that he died. SHE BELIEVED HER!! To this day, my aunt thinks that she is the reason Elvis is dead.
Elvis died the year I was born. I happen to think that the world was not made for two people with that much awesome to exist in the same space and that is why he had to go. So Long live the Queen? I kid. I KID!!! I do miss Elvis and still love listening to his music and watching his campy movies.
So today we celebrate his birthday and remember a time when Elvis' hips were the worst thing we could see on television.