Forty-two is meant to serve as a midpoint in a life story, rather than its abrupt conclusion. There ought to have been countless more birthdays, tranquil mornings at Graceland, precious years with Lisa Marie, fresh recordings, and perhaps a weathered Elvis reflecting on all the trials he had conquered. Instead, August 16, 1977 marked the tragic day millions came to terms with the fact that his journey had reached its final page.
Forty-two is supposed to be somewhere in the middle of the story, not the final page. There should have been more birthdays, more mornings at Graceland, more time with Lisa…