Bury Him but "I'm Already Dead"

Brother was digging a hole. A rectangular one of more than two meters deep, it seemed. It was at the North-east corner of our old house. Mother instructed two of us to dig this hole? It was to bury father. A few neighbors gathered around the hole and they were looking at brother who was still in it. I was mad at father for no apparent reason. In fury, I was tearing a bed sheet into pieces. When it was hard to do so by hand, I was using a pair of scissors. Father was saying to me meekly and apologetically, “But I am already dead.” We were going to place him in a white wooden coffin and then bring it into the hole, with him in the upright position.