A Eulogy for Death
Beloved, we gather today not to mourn one of our own, but to stand at the grave of our oldest enemy.
Today, we eulogize Death — that dark tyrant who for so long ruled over every generation of humankind.
But now, Death itself lies silent.
The destroyer has been destroyed.
The grave-digger has been buried.
For centuries, Death reigned without rival.
Kings and paupers alike bowed to its cold command.
No voice could refuse its call; no body could resist its grasp.
It whispered into the garden when sin first bloomed,
and since then it walked beside every birth, every breath, every goodbye.
But today, we declare what the Apostle Paul once uttered:
“The last enemy to be destroyed is death.”
And that day has come.
We look upon Death and say what once seemed impossible:
You have fallen.
Your sting is gone.
Your victory is lost.
For One came who entered your domain — not as your victim, but as your conqueror.
You swallowed Him, thinking He would be as all others —
but in three days He broke your jaw, shattered your gates,
and rose, leaving your empire in ruins.
The tomb that once stood as your throne has become your prison.
Where now, O Death, is your victory?
Where now, O Death, is your sting?
We do not weep for you, Death.
We weep no more because of you.
You are finished, and we will not miss you.
Your silence is our song.
Your defeat is our deliverance.
Though you may still linger in the shadows,
you are but the echo of your former self —
a shadow soon to vanish in the rising light of resurrection.
For the trumpet will sound,
and the dead will be raised imperishable,
and we shall all be changed.
So rest, Death — if rest you can.
Your work is over.
Your crown has crumbled.
Your grave is full, and you are in it.
Thanks be to God,
who gives us the victory beyond the grave
through our Lord Jesus Christ.