There are things greater than our wisdom, beyond our justice. The right and wrong of this we cannot say, and it is not for us to judge.
There is something wonderful about a death, how everything shuts down, and all the ways you thought you were vital are not even vaguely important. Your husband can feed the kids, he can work the new oven, he can find the sausages in the fridge, after all. And his important meeting was not important, not in the slightest.