An Irish lad just graduating school embarks on his career in business found employment in a nice village. Being a bit of an introvert, took him a few months to venture into the local pub. Asked the bartender for 3 pints, and he took them back into a dark corner table, drank the 3 and left. After a few days, when he ordered his usual 3, the barkeep said "Ya know lad, I pride meself on fast attentive service. You can just order the one and I'd be glad to come with the refills as promptly as ye need 'em." As the other patrons looked on and listened in to what the bartender and the odd gentleman were conversing about, the young man said "Oh, not ya don understand... Ya see, me an me 2 brothers made a pact since they've both left Ireland and gone off to seek their fame and fortunes in America and Australia. We promised each other we'd always order our drinks in three, so as to never forget each other."
This tradition continued for decades, even after the businessman retired and the years had taken their toll on the now greying man. Then, one day, the man walked into the bustling pub and said to the barkeep "Evenin' Jack... I'll take me usual 'cept I'm afraid It'll be only 2 pints tonight, and from now on." As he shuffled to his usual place near the back corner of the bar, the expression on the bartenter's face went cold, as he lost all color. The nearby patrons sunk their heads in sorrow and the volume of the bustling pool and dartboard players and regulars wend noticeably silent. The barkeep brought the 2 pints to the old man, and said "On me behalf and behalf of everyone here at McSorleys, may I express our condolences on the loss of your dear brother."
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