Patrick J. McNulty
Patrick J. McNulty, a resident of the Mayfair section of Philadelphia, passed away on February 1, 2025, at age 70. Beloved husband of Susan McNulty (nee Mahler). Loving father Kasey, Amy (Joe), Amanda (Gabriel), Chrissy (Sean). Greatest Pop-Pop of Jaxon, Ryan Marie, Gabriel, Jr., Dani, Haven and Nora. Brother of Maryellen (Norm), Tom (Irene), Paul (Monica), Garry (Susan) and the late Frank (Michelle). Sadly missed by many nieces and nephews. Family and friends are invited to attend his viewing and funeral on Friday February 14, from 9:15am – 10:15am in St. Matthew RC Church 3000 Cottman Ave. There will be a funeral mass at 10:30am. Burial will be held at a later date in Holy Sepulchre Cemetery.
Pat was a wonderful friend and truly a member of the family. We can’t imagine life without him. So many memories.
The thing I admired the most about Pat (I don’t think I ever heard anyone call him Patrick) was his unshakable belief in the Goodness of Others. He taught me that all though cynics may win the day, the Optimist, the Hopeful will always win the future.
So many stories from so many years ago....from the Merben and Mayfair theaters, to the Princeton Tavern, to concerts by The Who and The Kinks, it was a fabulous life with a lot of laughs. Tooling around in that oil burning Corvair, late nights playing poker and backgammon, and so many actual friendly discussions from our different points of view. Pat, your door was always open to friends - as long as they brought a couple of beers with them. McCuen is going to BS your ear off. You will most certainly be greatly missed. Dia daoibh!
I remember the day of my wedding I was dusting some furniture. Pat was already dressed in his suit and ready to go. He looked over to where I was and said " You missed a spot".
My one and only bro-in-law. Grew up with Pat and my sis. Used to sit and watch them and their friends play poker since my early teens. He will be missed. Happy Birthday in Heaven, Pat! We have an angel🪽 on our side for an EAGLES win.
My dad taught me how to spell EAGLES probably around the same time he taught me how to spell my name. We’d chant it together every Sunday for as long as I can remember. Fast forward, I’m 32 and I get the text “EAGLES EAGLES!” from Dad every single Sunday, within 30 minutes before the Birds game, without fail. I really wanted him to see another Super Bowl win. We will all be watching this Sunday for you Dad. I may even force myself to down Heineken. AND as for my weekly Sunday reply: GO BIRDS !!
Pat was our basketball brother. Whenever we couldn't find him I was sent to the playground to get him off the courts and get him home. Love you Pat
Pat was our basketball brother. Whenever we couldn’t find him I was sent to the playground to get him off the courts and get him home. Love you Pat
My dad taught me how to spell EAGLES probably around the same time he taught me how to spell my name. We’d chant it together every Sunday for as long as I can remember. Fast forward, I’m 32 and I get the text “EAGLES EAGLES!” from Dad every single Sunday, within 30 minutes before the Birds game, without fail. I really wanted him to see another Super Bowl win. We will all be watching this Sunday for you Dad. I may even force myself to down Heineken. AND as for my weekly Sunday reply: GO BIRDS !!
My one and only bro-in-law. Grew up with Pat and my sis. Used to sit and watch them and their friends play poker since my early teens. He will be missed. Happy Birthday in Heaven, Pat! We have an angel🪽 on our side for an EAGLES win.
I remember the day of my wedding I was dusting some furniture. Pat was already dressed in his suit and ready to go. He looked over to where I was and said ” You missed a spot”.
So many stories from so many years ago….from the Merben and Mayfair theaters, to the Princeton Tavern, to concerts by The Who and The Kinks, it was a fabulous life with a lot of laughs. Tooling around in that oil burning Corvair, late nights playing poker and backgammon, and so many actual friendly discussions from our different points of view. Pat, your door was always open to friends – as long as they brought a couple of beers with them. McCuen is going to BS your ear off. You will most certainly be greatly missed. Dia daoibh!
The thing I admired the most about Pat (I don’t think I ever heard anyone call him Patrick) was his unshakable belief in the Goodness of Others. He taught me that all though cynics may win the day, the Optimist, the Hopeful will always win the future.
Pat was a wonderful friend and truly a member of the family. We can’t imagine life without him. So many memories.