Tonight I had the daunting task of telling a young fan of the King that he… “The King” was dead and had been dead for a very long time- 31 years ago to be precise. I remember because it was the year my sister was born and I blamed her for his death.
I was standing in the living room singing some Elvis again while we looked at the Isla pictures and Jonathon asked where he was. I looked at him with a suspicious mind and told him that he was dead. “WHAT???? HE’S DEAD?!?!?!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When did THAT happen????!?!?!” I guess with so many platforms to keep a memory alive these days- perhaps one might overlook a 3 decade long death? Either that or just plain old bad parenting! BAD MOMMY BAD!
I think I’ll wait for the weekend before I break the news of Bruce Lee.
Here’s a little something in honor of The King.
What?!?!?!
Don’t kill the dream!
Loved the subtle “Suspicious Minds” ref.
Nice!
31 years already, wow!
it is spanking not icecream.
eh well.
lol I know- it almost changed the meaning of the ‘song’ like it stripped some of the insane innocence away.