A drover walks into a pub and orders three beers. He drinks a sips of each in turn. When he finish he orders three more.
The bartender says, "You know, a beer goes flat after I pour it. They'd taste better if you bought one at a time".
The cattleman replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers overseas. When we left home, we promised we'd dring this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I drink one beer for each brother and of for myself."
The drover became a regular at the pub, always ordering three beers. One day he comes in and orders two. All the regulars take notice and fall silent.
The bartender says, "I don't want to intrude, but condolences for your loss".
The drover looks puzzled, then a light dawns in his eyes.
"Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he laughs. "It's just my wife and I joined the Salvation Army and I had to quit drinking. Hasn't affected my brothers though"
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