Beer for the dead

I’ve been reading the Miyakonojo archives, and there is all kinds of good stuff in there, but I just came across this extraordinarily well crafted sentence (part of this post) and wanted to share it:

She always has exactly one can of beer each evening, like clockwork, always pouring about a third of it into a separate glass that goes to the butsudan so the spirits of those no longer with us can also catch a buzz.