A cowboy walked into a bar and ordered three bottles of Bud. He sipped each one in turn. After finishing, he ordered three more.
The bartender said, “They’d taste better if you got one at a time.”
The cowboy sniffed tearily, “Well, I’ve two brothers. They’re in Arizona and Colorado. When we left Texas, we promised we’d drink like this even though we’re separated. So, I drink a beer for them and one for me.”
The bartender enjoyed the story and left it at that.
The cowboy became a regular always drinking in the same way.

Then he came in and ordered two pints. Everyone noticed and fell silent. The bartender said, “I don’t want to intrude, but I want to offer condolences on your loss.”
“Oh, no, everybody’s just fine. My wife and I joined the Baptists and I quit drinking.”
“Oh?” said the puzzled barman
My brothers are still atheist.”