A man goes to a bar, sets at the corner table alone, and orders three beers. The bartender notices the man takes a drink from one glass, then the second, then the third.
The bartender offers to bring the drinks one at a time, but the man refuses, "You see," says the man, "I have two brothers fighting in Iraq. Before they left we agreed that when any of us had the chance to drink a beer, he would drink one for the brothers as well."
This went on every night for several months until one evening the man came in, obviously distraught, and ordered two beers. The bartender went over to offer his condolences for the loss of a brother.
The man says "Oh no, my brothers are both fine. But my wife has got religion and says I can't drink any more. That's got nothing to do with my brothers though.":no-no-no: