Shag carpet n evrthang, that's very nice. (Where'd you steal it?)
Also, we loved the Maria-Theresa lamp made right there in Memphis, his six-book library and 14-telyvisions, and the story about how Lisa Marie sneaked Elvis' favorite concert piano out of the house for two months while it was being gold-leafed. The tour seemed surreal, like a parody on a house tour with one guide per room delivering three sentences.
I won our party's contest to find the tackiest souvenir. Although others found pop-up books and pink Cadillac clocks, I chose a small basket with a face towel and a bar soap bearing Elvis' likeness so that, while showering, you could be close to The King as you rubbed his face against your body. The trip was worth a deviation.