The history books say Elvis died on this this day in 1977. But I’m not so sure about that. And not because some crackpot claims they saw him ringing up Big Gulps behind the counter of a 7-11.
No, you see, I met Elvis in person just a couple of years ago. Turns out he’s living a quiet life in Las Vegas (where else?), working as a minister under the assumed name of Norm Jones.
We met at the Graceland Wedding Chapel when Elvis—oops, I mean Norm—officiated as my wife and I renewed our wedding vows while vacationing in Vegas a few years back. It was great fun and I’d recommend it highly to any couple with a good sense of humor, a strong romantic streak, or a little bit of both.
It was also a pretty darn extraordinary experience: I mean, how many people do you know that can claim to have been hitched by the King of Rock-n-Roll himself?