This was during our last guild promotion hoedown at the rum warehouse. sadly, he tapped the wrong barrel sometime during the night, as he was found dead on the latrine at around noon the next day, which caused no small inconvenience to those that partook of the former nights debauchery. There was a thick layer of black sludge inside the mug that was at his feet, which was later determined to have come from ghosts "off limits" barrels. So the hunt for Elvis is over.
hopefully this worked.