Everytime this dude goes to a bar, he orders three beers..

.. but he orders the three beers at once, and sits by himself in his chair, enjoying his loneliness, with the three bears before him. He'd drink one, then go the next one, and then the last one.

Since the dude did this day after day, the bartender couldn't help but notice, and decided to ask the man what was the deal with the three bears.

"You know" the bartender said, trying to be as casual as possible, to conceal his curiosity. "You take a little while to get from one beer to another, the next ones will be warm and washed-out. Why don't you order the first one beer at a time?"

The man listened to the question silently, gazing into one of the beers. He looks up and answers with a deep nostalgic voice tone:

"We used to be unseparable. My friends and I. When we were single, we would every night go to a bar, have our beers and chat. But destiny has it's own reasons, right? We had to drift apart for several reasons: marriage, work... but we swore that we would always keep the good old times alive by going to a bar, and ordering three beers.. knowing the others would be doing it too, wherever they are. My name is Peter, by the way."

The bartender was speechless. It was a damn good reason to do such a silly ritual. So he left the guy alone with his beers.

And every night, Peter would appear, order his three beers and chug them quietly in his little corner, without exchanging words with anyone except for the bartender, sometimes about life, sometimes tales about his friendship and the crazy shit they did together. Newman was a smooth ladies-man. Joshua was the one who did everyone laugh. Night after night, three beers in their honour. Then one night, Peter ordered only two beers.
The bartender looked to the man with a concerned look - Peter was visibly not alright, and with one beer less, this could only mean one thing: one of his friends had passed. Would it be Newman and his glorious dick? Would it be Joshua? Once again, his curiosity got the best of him.

"I'm very sorry, Peter. Which one? And.. what happened?"

"Nah, they're just fine, I just quit drinking."

*chugs*