I think I've told this before but I met my wife the day Elvis passed. It was her first day at the radio station I worked. She was a news person, I was kind of a utility infielder, doing some announcing, public service stuff, and basically a lot of full time fill in work.
The station's news director had a bad case of laryngitis that day. The wire machines went crazy with the "world is ending five bells" Memphis, Tennessee.....
Her first news cast in Roanoke, Va was the news Elvis had died. He was scheduled to be in town about a week later for a concert. Later that evening a bunch of us went for pizza and beer, I invited her.
The rest is history....