"No, I just wondered," Lester says. "There was talk of having his corpse dug up, and the stomach analyzed. For dope, y’know. Can you imagine that? I mean, the thrill of sticking your hand and forearm into Elvis’s rotted guts and slopping around in the stomach lining and liver and kidneys and coming up out of dead Elvis’s innards triumphantly clutching some crumbs off a few Percodans and Desoxyns and ’ludes ... and then this is the real thrill, Dori: you pop these crumbled-up bits of pills into your own mouth and bolt ’em down and get high on drugs that not only has Elvis Presley, the King, gotten high on, not the same brand mind you but the same pills , all slimy with little bits of his innards, so you’ve actually gotten to eat the King of Rock and Roll!"