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Your Eulogy Is Being Written Now, in Ordinary Hours
Part of the series Month Twelve: 31 Days of Building What Outlasts You
One day somebody stands in front of a room and tries to sum you up in three minutes, with no notes from you and no chance to clarify. The book's Day 336 page lays out the uncomfortable arithmetic: they will have nothing to work with except what you actually did, and that material is being generated right now, this week, in ordinary hours that do not feel like source material at the time. Nobody eulogizes a job title. They eulogize how you made them feel and what you stood for when standing for it cost something.
The deathbed test, from the other side
Month Two's deathbed test asked what you would regret; this page asks what they will say, and the two questions have different answers. The regret question is about your unlived life. The eulogy question is about the life other people received from you, and it is the harder test because you do not get to grade it. The person in front of the room will not mention the promotion. They will mention the time you drove three hours, the thing you said at the hospital, the standard you held that they only understood a decade later. Those are being written now, or not.

The mission: write the three minutes
Write the eulogy you would want, in three minutes of speech, in the voice of the person most likely to give it. Then read it against this week. Where does the material exist? Where is the speaker going to have to be generous? The gap between the eulogy you wrote and the week you had is the most precise to-do list the book produces, and it is short: almost nobody's ideal eulogy mentions more hours at work. It mentions presence, a standard, a kindness, a thing built for other people. Those are Tuesday items, and the book has spent eleven months making you the kind of person who does Tuesday items.
Say it to the living
Day 356 is the natural sequel: say the unsaid, to the living, because the eulogy runs in both directions. The people whose eulogy you would give are also generating their material now, and the thing you would say in the room is a thing you can say at the table, and Month Eight already made the case for saying the funeral speech while they are alive. This page adds the mirror: what you would want said is what you should be doing, and what you would say is what you should be saying, now, while both parties can hear it.
Where this sits
Day 336 of Month Twelve, Legacy, the second page, the eulogy as a to-do list. Legacy is a Tuesday is the premise; the deathbed test is the same test from your side; the funeral speech is the outward version; the Final Letter in the slow book is where you get the notes in after all. Three minutes, written and read against this week, in a certain book that knows who is taking notes.
Step The F*ck Up
365 days of no-bullsh*t motivation. One page, one mission, two minutes. Miss never twice.
What is the eulogy exercise?
Write the three-minute eulogy you would want, in the voice of the person likely to give it, then read it against this week and find the gap. The gap is the most precise to-do list you will get, and it is mostly Tuesday items.
What do people actually remember about you?
Not the title or the promotion. How you made them feel and what you stood for when it cost something: the three-hour drive, the thing said at the hospital, the standard understood a decade later. That material is generated in ordinary hours.
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written by the author, at the kitchen table, after work.