There was a bust of Elvis in our basement. It was there for as long as I can remember and I honestly had no idea why. It was about 8 inches high and was painted gold. I mean what other color could "The King" be painted. Pink? I don't think so. Apparently it was a reject from my grandfather's craft store and we gave it a home. So everyday for years, whenever we'd go downstairs to watch TV, Elvis would flash his signature sneer at us from the bookshelf.