Under a bridge, Elvis reads the paper while Einstein picks his nose. Suddenly, Elvis seems very excited about something he reads on the paper.

ELVIS: Du-u-ude!

EINSTEIN: ´Sup?

ELVIS: It's my death's anniversary, yo! SWEET!

Einstein takes a look at the newspaper.

EINSTEIN: Dude, that was last week. That's an old paper, see?

ELVIS: Really?!

EINSTEIN: Yup.

ELVIS: Awwww, fuck it... I missed it again...

EINSTEIN: We'll catch it next year, buddy... We'll catch it next year.