"Uh, yeah," Elvis says with a nod and a glance back in the direction of the hearse. It's a strange sight, he knows — has been told as much before — but with as normal as that and everything about death has always been for him, he's never really thought twice about it. Certainly he doesn't see any reason to get another car when this one functions perfectly well. "Or, well, I guess it's technically work's, but I get to use it for whatever, 'long as I bring it back with the gas tank filled up."