For the past thirty-some years, Rivers has been filing each and every joke she’s written (at this point she’s amassed over a million) in a library-esque card cabinet housed in her Upper East Side apartment. The jokes—most typed up on three-by-five cards—are meticulously arranged by subject, which Rivers admits is the hardest part of organizing: “Does this one go under ugly or does it go under dumb?”
I would kindly like to ask the hotel to stop playing "Are You Lonesome Tonight?" by Elvis Presley every time I step into the elevator. The music literally changes from whatever fun song to that when I swipe my card to my room.