Not to get off topic here, but the rosary is a part of our wake service in “most” cases and is totally a family decision. I am an officer of our local council of the Knights of Columbus and we offer a scriptural rosary lead by officers for all deceased Knights at the family’s discretion. It has been very well received as a part of the wake service. I am very comfortable with the idea that if the family wishes, a eulogy is very cathartic and is appropriate during the wake, not the funeral mass.
I wish I could say that for our local KC councils down here. Once in a while, they will do it, but, for some it’s more for show. My dad is a member of the Fourth Degree. He is the founding Faithful Navigator of my city’s second assembly. He has instructed his guys on proper procedure during the Vigil of the Deceased and during the funeral Mass (especially when they are in full regalia). When my mother died (prior to my dad’s establishing the second fourth degree), the members came wearing their social baldric (sash, for non-KC folks). It was because my mother was pretty much a one-woman auxiliary and did everything to help them (even straightening out the books).
But, I digress from the OP. I didn’t have a “eulogy” for my own mother’s funeral Mass. I was still in too much shock (even though with cancer, I knew that it would be inevitable and rather soon). However, I did say a 90-second one when my grandma died (on behalf of the family) and I talked about the fact that the most important legacy she left me and my dad (can’t speak for his half-sister or my cousins on that one) was her Catholic faith and her devotion.
My step-grandfather preceded my grandma by about two months. At his Mass, the priest (both funerals were in South Austin), the pastor spent 75% talking about my step-grandfather. The pastor didn’t know him as well as we did and he all but canonized him. The homily is supposed to focus on the readings and on the liturgy. It’s not a canonization of the deceased.
When my grandma died, a very dear priest friend of mine drove up to Austin for the funeral. It was a huge 180-degree difference. Along with the fact that the music was much improved (no Eagles’ Wings and other SJL–we had Attende Domine, Salve Regina and chant while my friend was incensing), the homily was beautiful and focused on the readings and the liturgy. After the Mass, the organist and the cantor told me that it was one of the most beautiful lituriges they had ever witnessed. Now, my friend knew my grandma and had visited her at the nursing home once when he was passing through Central Texas. I had also told him a lot about her. He did mention her, in passing, but, kept the focus on the Gospel.