He takes them to a table and takes a drink from each one, alternating cups until all of them are empty.
He comes back the next week and does the same. Three pints and takes a drink from each until they are all gone.
The third time he comes in the barman, curious, asks why he drinks like that.
“Oh it’s for my brother’s. We live all over the world and don’t get to see each other very often. Doing this feels like we are all together once a week.”
“That’s lovely.” Says the barman and wishes him well.
This continues for several years and the Irishman becomes something of a celebrity as the story circulates among the other regulars.
Until one night, the man comes in and orders two pints. A hush falls over the bar as they watch him take his drinks and continue alternating like always but with a pint missing.
The barman, who first asked him about the tradition feels compelled to go over.
“I’m so sorry for your loss,” he says pointing at the pints.
Confused the Irishman looks at him before laughing and saying, “No, we’re all fine. I just gave up drinking.”