3 Brothers

A cowboy, who just moved to Wyoming from Texas, walks into a bar and
> orders three mugs of Bud.
>
>  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 approaches and 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 is an Airborne Ranger, the other is a Navy
> Seal, both serving overseas somewhere.
>  When we all left our home in 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 admits that this is 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 wanted to offer my
> condolences on your loss."
>
>  The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his
> eyes and he laughs.
>
>  "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains, "It's just that my wife
> and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking."
>
>  "Hasn't affected my brothers though..."

Thanks Randy