The tributes tossed at the foot of Elvis’ slab included flowers and teddy bears, but also a giant-sized Butterfinger bar, getting all bent and wrinkled in the Southern rainstorm that day. At first, I thought somebody should take it away. Then I decided it was perfect. He’s a big hunk of timeless candy made from sex, schmaltz, sass — indeed, Elvis has something for everyone.
— Music critic Milo Miles visits Graceland for the first time.