Not exactly sure. Was that in the summer? Maybe I was on Cape Cod as a kid.
But I do remember my overly serious, somewhat humorless cousin mourning heavily that Elvis had died. He went on a multi-day Elvis album playing marathon. I remember thinking, in whatever kid words I would have thought at that time, "Dude, don't worry, you will get over it. He is just a crooner, whom you don't even know."