A cowboy walks into a bar, orders three mugs of beer, and drinks them by taking sips out of each one in turn.
When he orders three more, the bartender says: “You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it, and it would taste better if you bought one at a time.”
The cowboy says: “I have two brothers. One is an Airborne Ranger, the other is a Navy Seal, both now serving overseas. When we all left our home, we promised we’d drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I’m drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself.”
The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar and always drinks the same way but, one day, he only orders two mugs.
All the regulars fall silent, and the bartender says: “I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I just want to offer my condolences on your loss.”
The cowboy laughs and says: “No, it’s not that. Everybody’s fine. It’s just that, last Sunday, my wife and I joined the 1st Baptist Church, and I had to quit drinking. Hasn’t affected my brothers though.”