Burning For A Good Deed

About a week ago, all the priests were away at a meeting, all but me.  A call came in to go and anoint a dying lady.  I went.  When I told her my name she remembered me from when I was young, good looking and a fast runner.  Until I said my name, she did not recognize me, now old, haggard and a washed up jogger.  She knew me from my days at our Paulist parish in Boulder in the 80s.  So we had a nice visit of recalling old mutual friends.  I anointed her and gave her communion.  Standard procedure.  Then she said that her marriage had never been blessed in the church.  A priest, surely not a Paulist, had told her once she could not go to communion as she was married outside the church.  Well, she had just received communion from me.  She asked me if I could bless her marriage.  Her husband was there in the room.  I had them to hold hands and say yes to the vows I recited.  Then her husband went and found her ring.  He put it on her figure and held her hand as I blessed the ring. I said marraige prayers from the ritual. I told them they were now married.  The caregiver was somewhere in the apartment, so I figured she was the witness.  The couple were so happy.  But of course I must have broken a bunch of rules, and am supposed to burn.  Had I waited, the women might have died or gone into a comma or whatever.  Now was the moment.  Since I was trying to do a good deed, and did make this couple happy, I hope that the fires are small and short-lived.  What do you think?