Obviously, no one was listening. We've all had enough of Elvis. We've had enough of that silly remix, we've had enough of how many fried peanut butter sandwiches he ate a minute and we've definitely had enough of psychics channeling Elvis so they can ask him if he wants an ATM put in his tombstone.

Even Elvis has had enough of this rubbish. You've all pushed him so far that plaster busts are starting to cry. The Presleytarians think this is just more proof that Elvis is the reincarnation of Jesus, but the truth is that Elvis has simply had enough. We all have.