"...When the dwarfs came home that evening they found Snow-White lying on the ground. The dear child was dead, and she remained dead. They laid her on a bier, and all seven sat next to her and mourned for her and cried for three days. They were going to bury her, but she still looked as fresh as a living person, and still had her beautiful red cheeks.
They said, "We cannot bury her in the black earth," and they had a transparent glass coffin made, so she could be seen from all sides. Then they put the coffin outside on a mountain, and one of them always stayed with it and watched over her.
Snow-White lay there in the coffin a long, long time, and looked like she was asleep, for she was still as white as snow and as red as blood, and as black-haired as ebony wood.
Yet Time ravages all, be ye princess or dwarf. That same Time shriveled each dwarf in turn, until each became the dust of old age. In Time the dwarfs were gone, and with none to watch over the glass coffin Time could reclaim its due..."