R.I.P. Lisa Marie - you never stood a chance: MAUREEN CALLAHAN'S searing portrait of a troubled loner who watched her daddy die - and was haunted by the graveyard in her Graceland garden with the plot waiting for her…
For all the recent talk about royalty and primogeniture, there may be no greater example of its perils than
Lisa Marie Presley.
The only child of Elvis, the King of Rock n' Roll, Lisa Marie felt like she belonged to all of us, and how terribly unfair. She was the little girl who had everything: Her father spoiled her silly, giving her a tiny, bespoke fur coat and real jewels. He named one of his private planes after her, a plane you can tour at Graceland for an extra fee. He would send a car, unannounced, to pick her up at school, and that was the sign she was going on the road with her daddy. He once flew her to
Utah just so she could see snow.
She was with her father when he died in his bathroom at
Graceland. She saw him on the floor, rolled out of his own vomit, people working to resuscitate him as her grandfather Vernon wailed, 'Oh God son, please don't go, please don't die.'
Lisa was nine years old. 'What's wrong with my daddy?' she asked. 'Something's wrong with my daddy, and I'm going to find out.'
She was back at Graceland just four days before her own death, at age 54, from cardiac arrest. She gave a speech; it was January 8, her father's birthday. Graceland was always a haunted place for her.
'The backyard of Graceland is a graveyard, basically,' she told Playboy in 2003. 'How many people have a family grave in the backyard? How many people are reminded of their fate, of their mortality, every f---ing day? All the graves are lined up and there's a spot there, waiting for me, right next to my grandmother.'
There was, by her own admission, a dark cloud that followed her. The Presley bloodline is a rough one, shot through with depression, mental illness, heart problems, addiction. Her father was a 'twinless twin' — his twin brother Jesse a stillbirth, a loss his mother Gladys never got over. Elvis himself suffered with an existential loneliness that grew in direct proportion to his fame. During his last stay in Las Vegas, in December 1976, he wrote a note that read, in part:
'I feel so alone sometimes . . . Help me, Lord.'
CALLAHAN: There was, by her own admission, a dark cloud that followed her. The Presley bloodline is a rough one, shot through with depression, mental illness, heart problems, addiction.
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