bad dream

Disclaimer: this is graphic as I describe it as I saw it

We (my parents and I) are holding a wake for Josh as he recently passed away with unknown reason or circumstance. The wake is at my parent's house, but for some reason is more like a department store and just as crowded and busy as one.  There are hundreds of people here. For an even stranger reason (that is no explained) Josh is buried in the garden in a box and I need to have his wedding ring.  For some reason I have to have this ring as some sort of proof of something and commence by me digging up the box he is buried in. I carry him into the house and am greeted by my mom who says I need to look everywhere for it and that we can just put his body in the trash when he is done (please remember this is a dream I am not controlling, I would never be this disrespectful).  My aunt follows me into the garage to make sure I have enough light.  I open the box and his cold, lifeless, stiff arm falls wantonly out. It is covered in dirt and the skin is close to translucent.  It doesn't take a long observation to see that there is no ring on his finger.  As I peer into the box it is as if he was not lain in it, but in the position of touching his toes.  I try quickly to locate his other hand.  Although in my dream Josh only died the day before, his body has already undergone massive decay.  I find his other hand, which not much more than slimy muscles and joints, but it is obvious there is no ring on his finger.  I look over the body as much as I can, but the exposed muscle is slimy with a white mucus looking residue and the smell is hurting my nose.  I think to check his jean pockets, but most of the clothing is already gone and decomposed, but find what is left of a back pocket.  Inside it is a pill.  No ring to be found anywhere.  I gently put the box and his body in the large blue trashcan my parents have and go in search of my mother.  I was not surprised I didn't find a ring.  I am walking through the house/department store looking for my mom and become aware I am holding a handkerchief.  I then become aware of who had given it to me as a gift of condolence.  it was off white with black embroidered hearts on it.  I find my mom, let her know there was no ring and show her the handkerchief.  She tells me I can be polite, but there was no reason for me to carry it around unless I was going to use it.  Then in my dream, tears came to my eyes for the dead Josh and decided I would need the handkerchief.  Then I woke up.