One of the Wise Men said the King was born in February; another declared it was in May, and a third figured the great event happened in October. So the King issued a royal decree that he should have three birthdays every year, in order to be on the safe side; and whenever he happened to think of it he put in an odd birthday or two for luck.

A pint glass is incapable of holding more than a pint of liquid.

He was pressing and persuasive.

The King may be gone, but not forgotten, selling boxed six-record album sets, doing the Jailhouse Rock on the morning movie, appearing on HBO and Showtime specials, his glandular post obitum voice everywhere on the AM band, itching like a man on a fuzzy tree.