"dispose" did seem the operative word

here's a dream i had in the middle of the night last night. perhaps oddly, i revisited it repeatedly (while awake or asleep i'm not sure) in the latter hours allotted for sleep.

my significant other had recently died. (it wasn't kara. nor was it i. i think in the dream i was someone else altogether, and the dead one was a man.) he was still in the house, on the couch, and though his death had not seemed unexpected, no arrangements had been made. so i was on the phone to a funeral home, talking about coffins and cremation and the logistics of having him transported away from my house. i wanted him collected.

then a serviceperson of some kind (a gardener?) was in my back garden, near the fountain, and he suddenly collapsed. i rushed outside to see if he was all right, but he wasn't. he was dead. i had just gotten off the phone with the funeral home, and now there were two dead people i had to dispose of. it was quite overwhelming.

that's it. end of dream. it's perhaps troublesome to consider the nonchalance with which i dealt with these deaths. such a chore it was. perhaps there's simply too much horror in the world to take in? what what?