It is not animosity.
Instead, it is a understanding that those who become drug addicts do so by their own free will and weakness, while others can do drugs recreationally and lead productive lives without killing themselves.
My sister was born on 1/8/43 exactly eight years after The Big E. When we were kids her room was plastered on all four walls with Elvis pics, posters and record sleeves.
She died July 7, 2009 of pancreatic cancer, six weeks from diagnosis to checkout. I miss her more than I miss Elvis.
That said, it can not be denied that Elvis is everywhere.