She wouldn't answer the questions.
Ten years ago the big complaint was the "long" census form, which has now been spun off into a "separate" form called the "American Community Survey." Now there are hundreds of stories about census "workers" coming to doors and demanding information, or even going to neighbors to get information about you. This old lady really meant it when she told them to get off her lawn, so of course she had to die. There just wasn't any other way to deal with her.
I'd ask something stupid like "Do you still think Mr. Policeman is your friend," but somebody would just give me a lecture about how this was a perfectly proper thing to do, and how if you don't cooperate with the nice police officer of course he's going to shoot you, what else would you expect? Simply getting off her porch and leaving her alone couldn't possibly be an option - how else would the proles learn proper respect for their betters?
God, sometimes I hate the world.
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