Quentin Evans bio
Quentin Evans was born on May 22, 1952, to Earl and Olivia Evans. Earl worked for Norfolk Southern Railroad, and Olivia was a surgical nurse. They never intended to have children, but three years into their marriage, Olivia became pregnant. Even after Quentin was born, Earl was away for work more than he was home, and Olivia worked 12-hour shifts.
Quentin spent his early years with various babysitters until he was old enough for preschool, then all-day kindergarten. After school, he would ride the bus home and stay with neighbors until his one of his parents arrived home, usually at his bedtime. His parents provided for him financially while Quentin learned how to cook for himself, do his own laundry, and spend most of his time alone.
After graduation, Quentin left home and never looked back. He often wondered if his parents even realized he was gone. He ended up in Mississippi and started a career as a postal carrier, where he fell in love with the mail clerk, Mollie Ann Mavers. A Justice of the Peace married them on February 14, 1972.
From the first time they met, Quentin knew Mollie, two years his junior loved Elvis and his music, but it wasn't until after they were married that he understood how much. Even though he was a bit surprised by the depth of her fandom, he was so in love with his young wife that everything about her was charming and delightful. For the first time in his life, he was truly happy.
When Mollie announced she was expecting, he was overjoyed and full of hope. A few months later, Mollie miscarried, and they were both heartbroken. Mollie immersed herself even more into her Elvis fandom. Quentin thought it was just her way of coping with the loss, but before long, Elvis was all she ever talked about, and Quentin began to worry about her.
Quentin bought her a Cocker Spaniel puppy, hoping she would snap out of Elvis mode and come back to him. When Mollie named the puppy "Presley," Quentin knew his plan hadn't worked, and he felt like he was losing her.
In August of 1977, Quentin was on his way home from work when he heard on the radio that Elvis had died. He hoped that maybe now Mollie could finally come back to him, but as soon as he walked in the door, his hopes were dashed.
Mollie huddled on the floor in their bedroom, wailing. He held her all night long while she cried. By morning, both of them were exhausted, but Mollie's hysterical sobbing had finally ebbed to silent weeping. Quentin called in sick to work and put Mollie to bed. He laid down beside her so they could both get a few hours of desperately needed sleep.
When he woke up, but Mollie's side of the bed was empty. He found her lying on the bathroom floor in her own vomit. He called 911, but it was too late. Mollie was gone.
Quentin never recovered from the loss of his wife. Ever since her death, Quentin has devoted himself to dispelling the mystique of Elvis and other pop culture icons so other families don't lose their precious loved ones as he did.