Line of Succession
- Charles Francis Topham de Vere Beauclerk, Earl of Burford (b. 1965) (only son of the 14th Duke)
- James Malcolm Aubrey Edward de Vere Beauclerk, Lord Vere (b. 1995) (only son of Lord Burford)
- Lord Peter Charles de Vere Beauclerk (b. 1948) (second son of the 13th Duke)
- Tenzin Beauclerk (b. 2005) (younger but only surviving son of Lord Peter)
- Lord James Charles Fesq de Vere Beauclerk (b. 1949) (third son of the 13th Duke)
- Lord John William Aubrey de Vere Beauclerk (b. 1950) (youngest son of the 13th Duke)
- William Rafael Beauclerk, Marques de Valero de Urria (great-great-great-great-grandson of Lord Sidney Beauclerk, fifth son of the 1st Duke)
- Alexander Charles Beauclerk (b. 1990) (elder son of the Marques de Valero de Urria)
- Cameron Beauclerk (b. 1993) (younger son of the Marques de Valero de Urria)
Only those at positions 1 to 6 are in remainder to the Barony of Vere.
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