But that night another wizard stole the wand and slit the brother’s throat for good measure and so death took the first brother for his own.
Driven mad with hopeless longing the second brother killed himself so as to join her and so death took the second brother.
As for the third brother, death searched for many years but was never able to find him. Only when he attained a great age did the youngest brother shed the cloak of invisibility and give it to his son. He then greeted death as an old friend and went with him gladly and parted this life as equals.