An elderly Italian man goes to his parish priest to confess.
"Father," began the old man, "at the beginning of World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman knocked on my door and asked me to hide her from the Germans. I hid her in my attic, and they never found her."
"That's a wonderful thing," interjected the priest. "But it's certainly nothing you need to confess!"
"It gets worse, Father," the elderly fellow continued. "I was weak. I told her she had to repay me for hiding her by marrying me."
The priest contemplated this for a moment and then responded, "Well, it was a very difficult time, and you took a great risk. You would have suffered terribly if the Germans had found you hiding her. I believe God, in His wisdom and mercy, will balance the good and the evil of your acts and judge you kindly."
"Thank you, Father," said the old man. "That's a load off my mind! May I ask another question?"
"Of course, my son," said the priest.
The old man asked, "Do I have to tell her the war is over?"