Coffin

So this dream was a sad one. I dreamed that granddaddy had died (again). I was responsible for his burial so the coffin was flown to where I lived -- Christine's parents' house. We were given instructions on when and where to pick up the coffin at a large New York airport. Christine picked it up and I remember being impressed that she did it all by herself. The coffin was in the old living room next to the piano. I was alone with it but waited for Christine to open it. We opened it and saw Grandaddy. I thought he was wearing something similar to his first funeral. We touched his head and he started to move. He turned into my dad and we talked to him. He said he was tired and in pain. I said at least you get to rest all day. The end.