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The story took place when i was in my mid-20's.

Each year, as you may know, Graceland hosts a candlelight vigil on the night of Elvis' death. The event is attended by just about every type of Elvis freak there is. I witnessed the following versions of Elvis that night: 7 foot Elvis, dwarf Elvis, Asian Elvis, African-American Elvis, female Elvis, Anglo Elvis, and Nordic Elvis.

As you may also know, the rock wall outside of Graceland is the world's personal message board to Elvis. It is an anything goes format and is full of lulz (mixed with heartfelt stuff). They wash the wall when it gets full and start over.

The line to Elvis' grave is long and extends down the drive and into the street. As my group walked along the wall, we got to laughing pretty hard at some of the stuff people had written. Sufficiently torqued up on sarcasm, we made the turn up the driveway to Graceland. In the front yard was penned a goat. Upon seeing the goat, I blurted out (loudly) that Elvis' goat is in the building followed by the song used by Elvis when he entered the stage. After about three inappropriate goat & Elvis comments, one of the kids working the line "security" approached me.

Him: "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to stop with the jokes."
Me: "Why?"
Him: "Sir, you are being irreverent."
Me: "You know Jesus Christ isn't buried up there?"
Him: "Sir, I'm going to ask you to leave now."
Me: "Damn."

I highly recommend attending death week. Bring a candle. I didn't realize it at the time, but the goat was Silky Sullivan's. It typically is penned at his bar on Beale Street and is famous for its visit to Wrigley to help break the Cubs' goat curse.

Sorry for the long post and any grammar issues.
 
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#229
And the goats used to get drunk every night from drinking beer the customers gave them. When drunk they just stand perfectly still, just like a statue.
 
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