The successful corpse

Tony Wilson, once cast an eye over his line-up of acts and told a reporter "I have no problem with any of these guys dying - death sells."

How fitting, then, in the week of his death to have his words proven so resolutely; even demonstrating that it doesn't matter how cold the body: Another ropey Elvis compilation trundles to the top of the charts, bought, presumably, by people who think music sounds no good until the artist has really composted.