Where I was working that summer (between my freshman and sophomore years of college) there was a secretary that had big bleached hair (think Dolly Parton) and a plaster bust of Elvis on her desk. As soon as she heard of Elvis's death, she headed over to the Greyhound bus station and somehow made her way from Baltimore to Memphis for Elvis's funeral. I had to go back to school before she returned from bereavement leave. But, I was told that she cried at her desk for weeks afterwards. At first people treated the whole thing as a joke. However, when people realized how genuinely Elvis's death impacted the woman, they began to have some sympathy for her (even though they also thought that she needed professional help)/\.bigrider said:I can vividly remember the day Elvis died. The waitress with the bee hive hairdo was so upset she had to leave work and go home.