Elvis Ghost: Fantasy

I was terribly excited when I thought my ghost was Elvis. I mean, having a ghost was nothing too special, not these days, but when my first clue was the assembled banana-bacon-peanut butter sandwich, I was sure that I'd hit the big time. Elvis--and not trapped in a repetitive loop in a toilet stall, either. I could rent the place out to a nightclub, or maybe sell tickets myself, I thought. Sure, you couldn't actually hear ghosts, but there were ways you could make them more visible, and if he felt like singing along with some of his hits--dollar signs flashed before my eyes. Turned out he was just an Elvis impersonator, though; I should have realized when I saw the sandwich wasn't deep-fried.

Inspiration: Writer's Digest prompt about finding a clue that your house was haunted.
Potential: High, I guess. I would say medium, but anything with humorous potential automatically gets bumped up a notch. Also, I just like the idea even though it isn't super-original.
Notes: Ghosts everywhere? Hmm.