...My ex had an Aunt that lived in Kalamazoo MI who would swear until she was red in the face that Elvis was alive and living in Kalamazoo and she had seen him coming out of a laundrymat. If you questioned her about it in any way or even snickered she would fly into a rage.
I'm reminded of the story about the Irish priest who flew to Las Vegas for vacation.
When he got on the airplane, a flight attendant exclaimed "Elvis! It's you! I always knew you were alive!" The priest smiles and says gently "No my dear, I'm not Elvis. I'm Father O'Rourke from County Cork, and I'm just enjoying a little holiday in your country."
When he lands in Las Vegas and hails a taxicab, the driver is dumbfounded. "Elvis! You really are alive! And you've come back to Vegas! Where are you performing?" Again, the priest smiles..."I'm sorry, laddy, I'm Father O'Rourke from County Cork, and I'm just here for a little vacation."
When the taxi drops off Father O'Rourke at his hotel, the desk clerk is shocked..."Elvis, it's you! I always knew you'd come back to us! Elvis, it's gonna be just like the old days! Your room will be stocked with all the booze you want...we'll have all the peanut butter-and-banana sandwiches you can eat...and your room's gonna be filled with beautiful dancing girls all night long!"
And Father O'Rourke smiles and says...
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