I hate to blow you out of the water on DNA...but even in closed crime cases, evidence which was kept, articles of clothing, a blood stain, a tooth....so on and so forth, could not be solved then, but can be now.
Our technology is incredible and improving as I speak(type)
Sad to say, at autopsy, there are slides, of blood stain, saliva and skin samples..they still exist, because he was the King...who would toss them out?
It wasn't a murder case, but never the less, these items remain.
As for the envelope...good Lord, give me a break... lets just say Elvis is not dead? Isn't that wonderful? It means he might have enjoyed his life, rather than putting up with being told what to eat, drink, say and think...
Wherever the man is, dead or alive, he should be respected, protected, and left to his own wishes... if he wanted to come forth...he would..so "IF" he were alive, and he has not, then it speaks for itself, he wants to be left alone..he doesn't want to hurt anyone. He doesn't want to be tracked like a seriel killer......Can't we just respect whoemever is laying in that grave? Or who is not? Love means letting go sometimes, as much as it hurts.
Saying goodbye doesn't mean dying...it just means.. "I've had enough"
That is my perception of all this craziness, stalking the man..........talk about a real metaphor here...which I used to love tossing at Devildog and Marty Lacker... "Hound-dog" witch hunt...that is what fans shouldn't be doing.
Dontcha think?
If he is found, how much love do you think this man can show to his fams of a lifetime, knowing they literally dug up his grave to be sure.... or went to some far out cabin or cave and drug him out by the feet...like a hibernating bear.........just for self satisfaction? Oh please...
Lets be happy for him, he is one of two places...here on this crummy earth we call home...with the rest of us...or he is in heaven..with some of us..the very least we owe to Elvis Presley, is the respect to allow him to live or die..without interuption or false documentations...to put feathers in the hat of the person who spots him first. Trust me, he wont feel friendly toward that particular "Rat"
I know I wouldn't.This stupid thing keeps saying my message is too short...I think it's too long..and I'm about to have a fit anytime....
God bless you, adios



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Can't we just respect whoemever is laying in that grave? Or who is not? Love means letting go sometimes, as much as it hurts.



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