My last drink

An Irish man walks into a pub. The bartender asks him, "what'll you have?" 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. You don't have to order three at a time. I can
keep an eye on it and when you get low I'll bring you a fresh cold one." The man
says, "You don't understand. I have two brothers, one in Australia and one 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, me brothers are fine - I
just quit drinking."