Sample eulogy
One complete eulogy, then a breakdown of why each part is doing what it does — and the same eulogy again at two minutes and at six, so you can see exactly what gets cut and what gets added.
Last updated 1 June 2026
The sample
This is a eulogy for a grandmother, given by her grandson, at a crematorium service where two other people also spoke. It is built around one ordinary day rather than a summary of her life — a structure worth stealing, because it gives you somewhere to start and somewhere to stop.
For Vera Prosser
About 520 words · roughly four minutes
I want to tell you about a Thursday, because my grandmother’s Thursdays were the most organised military operation I have ever been allowed to observe.
It began at ten past eight with the 47 bus, which she caught for forty years and about which she had extremely firm views. She did not like the new ones. She said you could not hear yourself think on the new ones, which was not true, and which she knew was not true, and which she said anyway every single week.
She went into town. She bought the same four things. She had a conversation with a man called Derek on the fish counter for twenty-two years and I do not believe she ever knew his surname or he hers, and they discussed his knees with real seriousness every Thursday of my entire childhood.
Then the library, where she took out two large-print romances and complained about both of them the following week. Then home on the twenty past eleven, and here is the part I actually want to tell you about.
Every Thursday she got off one stop early, at the top of Wickham Road, and walked down. It added about ten minutes and she was seventy-eight and it was often raining.
She did it because Mrs Fenwick lived at number 4 and did not go out any more, and my grandmother had decided — without ever discussing it with anybody, including Mrs Fenwick — that Thursday was the day somebody would knock on that door. She did it for eleven years. She did it when her hip was bad. She did it in the snow in 2010, which we only found out about because a neighbour told my mother, furiously.
When I asked her about it she was completely dismissive. She said, “Well, I’m passing.” She was not passing. She had constructed an elaborate fiction of passing and maintained it for over a decade so that nobody, particularly Mrs Fenwick, would have to feel like an obligation.
That was Nan. She was not warm in the way people mean when they say warm — she was brisk, she was often quite rude about the vicar, and she once told my sister her wedding dress was “brave.” She did not do feelings out loud.
She did them on foot, in the rain, one stop early.
I catch the 47 sometimes now, when I am home. It is one of the new ones. You can hear yourself think perfectly well on it, and I sit there and I can hear her telling me that you cannot.
Thursdays are going to be strange for a while.
Thank you, Nan. I hope somebody knocks.
What each part is doing
The opening: a frame, not an introduction
It does not say “my name is Tom and Vera was my grandmother.” It announces a shape — a Thursday — which tells the room what they are about to get and gives the speech a spine. Frames like this are useful precisely because you cannot get lost in them: you just follow the day.
The middle: detail before meaning
The bus number, the fish counter, Derek’s knees, the large-print romances. None of this is meaningful yet and that is deliberate. It builds a person out of specifics before asking the room to feel anything, so that when the feeling arrives it has somewhere to land.
Notice how much is unexplained. We never learn Derek’s surname either. Leaving small things unresolved makes a speech sound remembered rather than composed.
The turn: one stop early
Every eulogy needs a hinge, and this one is a single sentence: she got off one stop early. Everything before it was texture; everything after it is meaning. If you can find the one small action that reveals your person, put it two thirds of the way in and let the rest of the speech lean on it.
The flaw, placed late
Brisk, rude about the vicar, “brave” about a wedding dress. This lands after the moving part rather than before it, which keeps it from reading as criticism. Its job is to stop the portrait becoming a greetings card — and it is funny, which the room needs by then.
The ending: small and specific
No summary, no eternity, no poem. It returns to the bus from the opening, then finishes on seven words that are about Mrs Fenwick as much as about Nan. The final sentence is short enough to say on an unsteady voice, which is a practical consideration and not only a literary one.
The same eulogy in two minutes
If you were told two minutes, or you are one of four speakers, this is what survives. Note that whole sections are gone rather than trimmed — the fish counter, the library, the flaw. One scene, told properly.
For Vera Prosser — short version
About 250 words · two minutes
My grandmother caught the 47 bus into town every Thursday for forty years, and every Thursday she got off one stop early, at the top of Wickham Road, and walked down.
It added ten minutes. She was seventy-eight. It was often raining.
She did it because Mrs Fenwick lived at number 4 and did not go out any more, and my grandmother had decided — without discussing it with anybody, including Mrs Fenwick — that Thursday was the day somebody would knock on that door.
She did it for eleven years. She did it when her hip was bad. She did it in the snow in 2010, which we only found out about because a neighbour told my mother, furiously.
When I asked her about it she said, “Well, I’m passing.” She was not passing. She had built an elaborate fiction of passing and kept it going for over a decade so that nobody would have to feel like an obligation.
That was Nan. She did not do feelings out loud. She did them on foot, in the rain, one stop early.
Thank you, Nan. I hope somebody knocks.
What the six-minute version would add
If you are the only speaker and have six or seven minutes, do not stretch what is there — add. Specifically:
- A second scene from a different decade. Vera at forty, at work, or as a young mother. It gives the room a person who existed before they knew her, which families often want badly and rarely get.
- Dialogue. An actual exchange, quoted. Two or three lines back and forth does more than a paragraph of description.
- Other people’s memories, credited. “My cousin Jen reminded me this week that…” It widens the portrait and quietly tells the room that the family has been talking to each other.
- What the last months were like — only if the family would want it said, and only in a sentence or two. Handle with care and check first.
- One more flaw. Longer eulogies can carry more honesty without tipping.
What a longer version should not add: more adjectives, a career summary, a list of surviving relatives, or a poem. Those are the four things that make a long eulogy feel long.
The blank version
The same structure, emptied out. Fill each line with something only you would know.
I want to tell you about [a recurring day, journey, or ritual].
[What always happened first. A time, a place, a number.]
[Two or three more fixed points, with one small unexplained detail.]
[The turn: the one small action they took that nobody asked them to.]
[How long they kept it up, and the hardest conditions they did it in.]
[What they said when you asked them about it — their exact words.]
[Why that answer was not true.]
[The flaw. Something brisk, stubborn or blunt about them. Warmly.]
[One line that names what they actually were, using the ritual.]
[Return to the opening image, now that they are gone.]
[Short goodbye. Under ten words.]
More to read
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