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When I died in agony thinking I had been poisoned in the middle of a deserted sea, they took my heart and penis from me. My heart had already been taken, it was Josephine's, who played with it as she pleased, making me, the Emperor, crazy with love and lust. In my last words, I missed France and Josephine on my distant island in the middle of nowhere. I conquered Europe, but the Emperor was not poisoned by enemies, but by love.  

Some say Elvis is not dead, but I did die, just later than my brother. My death may not have been fit for a king, but I lived like a king, extravagantly, fast, women, cars, splendor, I offered them to others without asking for payment. All I really loved was singing. I died alone, extravagantly, without love, as befits a king.  

Until the last time I tried to call, until no one answered. I left behind a mystery, Marilyn Monroe, but really I was Norma Jean, forever loveless. When they found me, I lay naked in my bed, the way they wanted to see me. But Norma Jean, she didn't answer. Then I just slept, I left Marilyn to them.