Y'all are reminding me of a line from The Big Lebowski:

Sometimes, there's a man.

I wonder what might have happened if Allan Freed hadn't had the cojones to play that rock-n-roll music he wasn't supposed to play?

And what if Elvis hadn't died? Would he have just vanished into eccentric obscurity? One thing's for sure: if he were alive, he never would have let his daughter marry that freak Michael Jackson.