When Midsouthcon—a science-fiction convention held annually in Tennessee since the late 70s—hosts a barbecue, it would seem they see it as an opportunity to haul out a bunch of themes and cram them together in hopeful glee.
So Elvis is hybridized with a pig (which we've seen plenty of times before), and then beamed into the Star Wars galaxy. It transmogrifies into a Submissive Dominant of awesome pop-culture proportions! If anyone should be able to wriggle out of his cage and avoid being cooked and eaten, it would be a cross between the King of Rock 'n' Roll and Luke Skywalker! He could swagger out of Memphis, pelvis thrusting and lightsaber slashing, and into his own happy sunset.
But suicidal pigs are the same the whole galaxy over. They could, but they won't.
Their duty is to die and, having died, to be erased. Unremembered, they fade, and in fading they find their only fulfillment. While they might have lived as kings or Jedi, they die as eternal nobodies.