Years ago, my friend Dude purchased a velvet Elvis while visiting Memphis. It proudly hung in his living room for several years until one afternoon, in a fit of overzealous commerce, his (now former) wife removed it from its hallowed perch and sold it in a garage sale. He has never fully recovered from this affront and I firmly believe this marked the beginning of the end of their relationship.
Armed with some idle time and an internet connection, I think I may have found the salve for his still healing wounds.
Dude, I hope this helps.