Stolen from Facebook....
A cowboy moved to Montana from Texas. He walks into a bar and orders three mugs of beer.
He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more. The bartender tells the cowboy, "You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time."
The cowboy replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers, one in Arizona, the other in Colorado. When we left Texas we promised that 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 bartender says it's a nice custom, and leaves it there. The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.
One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I'd like to offer my condolences on your loss."
The cowboy looks puzzled for a moment, then he smiles and laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains. "It's just that my wife made me join the Baptist Church with her and I had to quit drinking."
“It hasn't affected my brothers though."