Old man.

A long time ago I used to live next door to the oldest man in the world. His skin was translucent, and he couldn't possibly have weighed more than ninety pounds. He could barely talk at all, but when he did attempt to speak to me I could never understand a word of the painful sounding whispers that left his dried and cracked lips. Scarily enough he still drove a beast of a car. Every time I saw him pulling out of his driveway in that honking green boat I assumed it would be the last time I would ever see him.