Today is the 30th anniversary of Elvis’s death.

Right or wrong, I’m left disturbed by a weird piece in the Telegraph that marks the anniversary:

What if Elvis, instead of his twin, Jesse Garon, had been born dead in that shack in Mississippi and buried in that unmarked grave? How different might our lives have been?…
….it’s hard to say quite what the career of Priscilla Beaulieu might have been if the GI she met in Germany in 1959 hadn’t been the famous singer but his surviving twin, the truck driver Jesse Garon Presley.
Would she have married him and gone to live in a tenement in Memphis? Would their daughter have married Michael Jackson and then Nicolas Cage? And would she ever have appeared in Dynasty and The Naked Gun? Probably not…

Maybe his brother would have been a truck driver. Or a cultural phenom. It was, needless to say, a great blessing that we got so much from the Presley who survived. But a non-superstar Presley’s life would have had just as much value, if not overwhelming cultural impact.