Like the ghostly Facebook feeds of friends we’ve lost, the Dealertainer page on the Quad’s website still loads, even though Elvis was reportedly informed last week that his card slinging no longer needed fake sideburns.

After 11 years of turning the gaming floor into karaoke’s Carnegie Hall, no more Marilyn, Britney or Michael, no more displays of vocal power and eyeliner skills from Adam Lambert and Alice Cooper. These impersonators exemplify Las Vegas’ special shtick, the corny, cartoony stuff that sets our city apart. If nothing else, seeing Rod Stewart for free always made up for losing $20.