One of your neighbors down the street is a war veteran. Burne, her military nickname, just sits in her front yard on her swinging chair with a gramaphone or radio playing some old tune. She is a plane person, and her showing all of her scars should be a good indication of that.

You were minding your business when you couldn't help but to hear an old gramaphone playing some army song. You turn a corner, and there she is, sitting down on the same swing chair with nothing but a sports bra and shorts, with her eyes closed. It is a bit hard to say whether she's asleep, just having her eyes shut, or she died... But it'll take much more than age to kill her. In any case, she hasn't noticed you yet.