Alexander McKay
Alexander McKay, of Perkasie, Pa, passed away at home on May 31st, 2026, at age 79.
Beloved husband of Lois Spencer McKay. Loving father of Kevin McKay (Virginia) and Alexander McKay (Gina). Devoted grandfather of Shane McKay and Alexander McKay. Also survived by two cousins and other extended family members.
Family and friends are invited to attend his memorial gathering and funeral on Tuesday, June 9th at Louis Swift Plunkett Funeral Home, 529 N. York Rd. Hatboro, Pa 19040. You may visit and comfort Alexander’s family from 10:00 am – 11:00 am. There will be a prayer service starting at 11:00 am.
Donations in lieu of flowers may be made to: Phillies Charities, Inc., One Citizens Bank Way, Philadelphia PA 19148.
Further arrangements will be held at the convenience of his family
As the first-born son of Al's first cousin, John Mooney, I will always be grateful for the many baseball games that Al took me too at Connie Mack stadium, when I was a child. He would pick me up in his navy blue VW Beetle and we'd ride down to the ballpark. There we would get to see the likes of Phillies players like Jim Bunning, Chris Short, Rick Wise, Grant Jackson, Dick Allen, Johnny Callison, Tony Taylor, Cookie Rojas, Bobby Wine, Johnny Briggs and Clay Dalrymple, to name about half of them. Then there were some of the great opposing players, like Roberto Clemente, Willie Stargell, Orlando Cepeda, Ernie Banks, Steve Blass, Elroy Face and Bob Gibson, to name just a few. Like most Phillies fans of that era, we sat there hoping for another perfect game from Jim Bunning, or the next 500 ft. home run from Dick Allen. Al would teach me how to score the games (like the old 5-4-3 double play), and we would talk baseball endlessly. After I was well into my adult years, we attended a few games at the Vet, where Al would show up with a bag of peanuts, the size of Tip O'Neill's head, which we would munch on throughout the game (he hated paying the high cost of concessions). Sadly, though, it was pretty hard to discuss baseball endlessly between innings, as we had done previously, as the stadium was now filled with the deafening sound of advertisements, promotions and rock music, that made it hard to maintain a clear line of thought, let alone to be heard while speaking. My condolences to Lois, Alex, Kevin and other family/friends of Al. He was truly one of the "good guys" in this troubled world.
When I began working for the DoD OIG in the Philadelphia office as an Administrative Clerk, Al was one of the first people who made me feel welcome. He was especially supportive and generous as I continued pursuing my higher education at Temple University, always encouraging me and taking an interest in my progress. One of my fondest memories of Al comes from the 2009 baseball playoffs between the Phillies and the Yankees. Al was a devoted Phillies fan, and I was a Yankees fan. Throughout the series, we enjoyed a friendly office rivalry that brought a lot of laughter to our workplace. After a Phillies win, I would often find a playful prank waiting for me at my desk when I arrived at the office. Al always found a way to remind me that his Phillies were still in the fight. When the Yankees won a game, I would return the favor with my own good-natured prank at his cubicle. It was a time that brought smiles not only to us, but to others around the office as well. While the Yankees ultimately won the World Series that year, what I remember most is not the final score, but the joy, camaraderie, and positive spirit that Al brought to the office every day. He was a true sport, someone who could compete passionately, laugh easily, and make everyone around him feel included. More than 15 years later, I still smile when I think about those moments. Al helped create an office environment filled with friendship, humor, and kindness. That playoff season remains one of my favorite memories from my time at the DoD OIG because of him. We miss Al at the office, and I hope his family knows that his generosity, encouragement, and sense of humor left a lasting impact on those who had the privilege of working alongside him. This is just one memory among many, but it is one that I will always cherish. With my heartfelt sympathy.
When I began working for the DoD OIG in the Philadelphia office as an Administrative Clerk, Al was one of the first people who made me feel welcome. He was especially supportive and generous as I continued pursuing my higher education at Temple University, always encouraging me and taking an interest in my progress.
One of my fondest memories of Al comes from the 2009 baseball playoffs between the Phillies and the Yankees. Al was a devoted Phillies fan, and I was a Yankees fan. Throughout the series, we enjoyed a friendly office rivalry that brought a lot of laughter to our workplace.
After a Phillies win, I would often find a playful prank waiting for me at my desk when I arrived at the office. Al always found a way to remind me that his Phillies were still in the fight. When the Yankees won a game, I would return the favor with my own good-natured prank at his cubicle. It was a time that brought smiles not only to us, but to others around the office as well.
While the Yankees ultimately won the World Series that year, what I remember most is not the final score, but the joy, camaraderie, and positive spirit that Al brought to the office every day. He was a true sport, someone who could compete passionately, laugh easily, and make everyone around him feel included.
More than 15 years later, I still smile when I think about those moments. Al helped create an office environment filled with friendship, humor, and kindness. That playoff season remains one of my favorite memories from my time at the DoD OIG because of him.
We miss Al at the office, and I hope his family knows that his generosity, encouragement, and sense of humor left a lasting impact on those who had the privilege of working alongside him. This is just one memory among many, but it is one that I will always cherish.
With my heartfelt sympathy.
As the first-born son of Al’s first cousin, John Mooney, I will always be grateful for the many baseball games that Al took me too at Connie Mack stadium, when I was a child. He would pick me up in his navy blue VW Beetle and we’d ride down to the ballpark. There we would get to see the likes of Phillies players like Jim Bunning, Chris Short, Rick Wise, Grant Jackson, Dick Allen, Johnny Callison, Tony Taylor, Cookie Rojas, Bobby Wine, Johnny Briggs and Clay Dalrymple, to name about half of them. Then there were some of the great opposing players, like Roberto Clemente, Willie Stargell, Orlando Cepeda, Ernie Banks, Steve Blass, Elroy Face and Bob Gibson, to name just a few. Like most Phillies fans of that era, we sat there hoping for another perfect game from Jim Bunning, or the next 500 ft. home run from Dick Allen. Al would teach me how to score the games (like the old 5-4-3 double play), and we would talk baseball endlessly. After I was well into my adult years, we attended a few games at the Vet, where Al would show up with a bag of peanuts, the size of Tip O’Neill’s head, which we would munch on throughout the game (he hated paying the high cost of concessions). Sadly, though, it was pretty hard to discuss baseball endlessly between innings, as we had done previously, as the stadium was now filled with the deafening sound of advertisements, promotions and rock music, that made it hard to maintain a clear line of thought, let alone to be heard while speaking.
My condolences to Lois, Alex, Kevin and other family/friends of Al. He was truly one of the “good guys” in this troubled world.