Let's wait a bit, I said. Put away the chain saw ("but.. but...we can use the wood. it's DEAD") and give it some time.
This year the few puny branches, like wisps of hair on an old man's head, became serious foliage.
and on one side:
if you look really closely you can see apples and even the parts that look as if they could be cut off with a pair of scissors now have living branches. Just 'cause it's old, doesn't mean it's not got value.