He was the last of the remaining brothers as his six brothers before him had all recently passed away. Now, the last of the boys named Jack stood at the funeral of his brother Stanley. Jack knew that the inevitable was coming his way as he would be the last brother to step over into the afterlife. He listened to the priest praying but Jack heard none of it as he was completely focused on his thoughts and the contemplation of life after death. He wondered if his brothers were waiting for him on the other side and if they were looking down upon the funeral. Suddenly he felt so alone as Stanley his last true friend and acquaintance on earth, would, in a matter of minutes be interred into the earth.
At the age of 98, Jack was not sure if he wanted to continue on as he couldn't think of any reason that he wanted to live or any conceivable goal that he still wanted to achieve. He felt too old to do anything and had been forgotten by everyone. His own children and grandchildren had not come to see him in decades, he had no clue to where they were, but he no longer really cared...
The priest said the last prayers and Stanley's coffin was lowered into the earth and Jack walked away knowing that there would likely be no one at his funeral when his time came. He left the graveyard quietly and took a cab home to his tiny apartment. He sat down in his living room and pulled out a picture book from when he and his brothers were young. "Where had all the time gone?" he asked himself. He continued to flip through the album and looked at every picture carefully, noticing that all the photos were in chronological order from youngest to oldest. He hadn't realized until now, but he could see the aging process first hand and wondered what it all meant. "We started as babies," he thought, "and we end up old and wrinkled and eventually dead as a rotting corpse in the ground. Why? Why does this happen?" he asked himself.
But of all things that shocked him the most in his recollections of the past was that as he looked at the picture book and thought about the events of his life like they all seemed to have just happened yesterday. And from the first incident in his life that he could remember and every other one after that, his life just seemed to fleet by him in a flash. He kept asking himself, "Where had all the time gone?"
He stood up from the table and stretched his old and aching body, wondering how much time he had left to live. He walked over to the stove and picked up the hourglass and sat down on the window sill and opened the window. He then flipped over the hourglass and set it on the ledge and watched the sands of time slip through to the bottom of the hour glass. As the sand passed through it seemed to increase in speed, just like his life had passed by.
Once the final grain of sand dropped to the bottom of the hourglass, the man named Jack passed into the afterlife. The last thing he saw was the hourglass growing wings and flying out through open window.