An Irish man walks into a pub & the bartender asks him what he wants to drink.
The man says, “Give me three pints of Guinness please.”
So the bartender brings him three pints and the man proceeds to alternately sip one, then the other, then the third until they’re gone. He then orders three more.
The bartender says, “Sir, I know you like them cold but you don’t have to order three at a time. I can keep an eye out and when you get low I’ll bring you a fresh cold one.”
The man thanks the bartender and says, “Thank you for your concern but that isn’t why I order three at a time. You see, I have two brothers, one is in Australia and one is in the States. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night we’d still drink together. So right now, my brothers have three Guinness Stouts too, and we’re drinking together.
The bartender thought that was a wonderful tradition.
Every week the man came in and ordered three beers. Then one week he came in and ordered only two. He drank them and then ordered two more.
The bartender said to him, “I know what your tradition is, and I’d just like to say that I’m sorry that one of your brothers died.”
The man said, “Oh, my brothers are fine—-Its just that I quit drinking.”