Death pulled out the tiny golden timer. DO YOU SEE THIS? “Yes, sir. Very nice. Never seen one like that before. Whose is it?” MINE. Albert’s eyes swiveled sideways. On one corner of Death’s desk was a large timer in a black frame. It contained no sand. “I thought that one was yours, sir?” he said. IT WAS. NOW THIS IS. A RETIREMENT PRESENT. FROM AZRAEL HIMSELF.
