An Irishman walks into a Dublin bar, orders three pints of Guinness, and drinks them down, taking a sip from one, then a sip from next, until they are gone.

He then orders three more . The bartender says, “You know,they’d be less likely to go flat if you bought them one at a time.” The man says, “yeah, I know, but I have two brothers, one in the States, one in Australia. When we went our separate ways, we promised each other that we’d all drink this way in memory of the days when we drank together. Each of these is for my brother and the third is for me.”The bartender is touched and says,” What a great custom!”The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar and always orders the same way.One day he comes in and orders two pints. The other regulars notice, and a silence falls over the bar. When he comes for his second round, the bartender says,”Please accept my condolences, pal.”The Irishman says, “Oh no , everyone’s fine. I just joined the Mormon church and had to stop drinking.”