It's time. It's time for Elvis to come out of hiding. He's been secretly alive for all these years, and it's time for him to surface. By now, all the throngs of adoring women have been reduced to huddled masses of silver-haired grandmas. The rabid record companies hungry for new music are now too busy with autotune and dubstep to care about Elvis. It's safe, king. It's safe. And it's time to come out of hiding. Tell your story. Tell us what it was like to fake your death for all those years. Tell us what was up with that peanut butter banana sandwich thing. Tell us how you felt when Lisa Marie married Michael. Tell us everything. It's time. Oh, and if Elvis isn't still alive, phooey. But I guess there's always the tens of thousands of Elvis impersonators, and their flashy threads, like these red scarves.