My Dying Mom Wants Me; Husband Forbids It

I got a call from my dad. My mom was critical, and he wanted me to come to the hospital right away to see her one last time. I told my husband and turned to rush out. But he grabbed my arm and said, irritated, "If she's dying anyway, then don't bother going. It's my dad's sixtieth birthday party today. You come back carrying the stink of death on you, and think how much bad luck that brings."