He proceeds to take alternating sips from each glass until all 3 are empty, thanks the bartender, pays his tab, and leaves.
This practice continues week after week until one evening when the bartender, curious about the man’s weekly ritual, says, “Sir, you’re one of my regulars here. If you’d like, I can serve you your pints one at a time, so that each one will be fresh. Whenever you finish one, I’ll have the next on hand for you.”
“You don’t understand,” says the man. “I’ve got 2 brothers: one in New York and one in Sidney. We made a pact a few weeks ago that we would each go into our local pub at the same every Friday and order 3 pints—one for ourselves, and one for each brother. That way, even though we’re oceans apart, it’s like we’re drinking together again. “
The bartender is moved by this sentiment and agrees to continue serving the pints according to the man’s wishes. That is, until one Friday, when the man walks in and only orders 2 pints. Assuming the worst, the bartender says to his patron, “I’m terribly sorry about your brother. Tell me, which one passed away?”
With a confused expression on his face, the man replies “Me brothers are fine. I just quit drinking!”