For those of you who aren't true believers, this is the 28th anniversary of the death of Elvis Presley.

I, however, choose to look at the folks who believe that he's not dead. This is a deadly serious business for some folks, like Bill Beeny, curator of the Elvis is Alive Museum, who not only believes Elvis faked his own death, but that he's sanctioned the exile of the "real" Lisa Marie in order to further the cover-up.

Others treat this business a little less sacredly. In the campy film Bubba Ho-Tep, Elvis long ago traded places with an Elvis impersonator and is now trapped in the impersonator's life. Aging and decrepit, he teams up with an African-American man claiming to be JFK (the late Ossie Davis) to rid their nursing home of an ancient mummy. Ooooookay.

And let's not forget The First Church of Jesus Christ, Elvis, and other such spoofs. According to their gospel:

And Elvis saw them berating the poor recording artist, whose music was terrible and lyrics insipid, and Lo, the King said unto the mob:
`Let him who is without bad singles cast the first rhinestone.'

Perhaps, my longtime personal favorite take on this whole situation comes from Mojo Nixon, in his song, Elvis is Everywhere:

Elvis is everywhere
Elvis is everything
Elvis is everybody
Elvis is still the King.
Man oh man What I want you to see
Is that the big E's
Inside of you and me.

According to Nixon, not only is everything made of Elvis (except Michael J. Fox, whom he terms the "Evil Anti-Elvis") but he goes on to explain that Elvis built the pyramids and Stonehenge, and that weird things happen in the Bermuda Triangle because, "Elvis needs boats." The song ends like a rousing tent revival as he urges everyone to call up their inner Elvis...

Not a bad legacy for a surviving twin from Tupelo Mississippi who died alone on a bathroom floor, he'll obviously never be forgotten.