Michael Allen McNally

When Michael Allen McNally passed away on August 6, 2025, the music faded, the bass line dropped and the world got a hell of a lot less fun. Larger than life, it wasn’t just his six-foot-five frame that filled a room, it was his presence, his energy and the way he made everyone feel part of the show.

Born October 25, 1980, in Kansas City, Missouri, Mike grew up in the Northland and attended Liberty High School, where he met the love of his life, Breanna Marie Nitsch. From day one, she was it for him. They married on December 11, 2004, and spent the next 20 years raising three incredible kids in a home overflowing with love, noise and memories worth a lifetime.

Mike earned his bachelor’s degree in Business Administration from National American University and began his career as a salesman, the kind of guy who, as friends joked, “could sell anything to anyone.” Eventually, he found his true calling in the mortgage industry, where he worked with Leader One. There were no ‘office hours’ for Mike; he was passionate about his work, fiercely committed to his clients and available around the clock. If it mattered to you, it mattered to him, because he believed buying a home was the most important decisions in a person’s life.

Sharp, quick-witted and endlessly curious, music was Mike’s heartbeat, the pulse of who he was. He played bass for Mynera, a heavy rock and metal band that tore up venues across Kansas City. Band practice in the McNally basement wasn’t just loud, it was legendary; packed with a few of his “idiot friends,” as he fondly called them. And when the amps cooled down, he was in the kitchen feeding his band and his family. Mike wasn’t a follow-the-recipe kind of guy; he could turn whatever was in the fridge into something spectacular, usually by throwing random foods together and somehow creating a dish worth bragging about, but as Mike would say, "It'll make a turd." His intelligence was vast and his curiosity endless, from music to tech to teaching himself coding and diving headfirst into AI, fascinated with his new buddy, ChatGPT. And at the end of the day, Mike always made time for a good old-fashioned debate… even if it was just for fun (though let’s be honest, he always thought he was right).

Mike was a Dad first to Keanon, Kennedy and Elliana. They were his greatest pride and he poured himself into fatherhood. He taught them how to be great humans, instilling his quick wit, big heart and unmistakable charm along the way. He wanted more for them than he ever had himself: You could always find him there for every game, every activity and every moment that mattered. Mike wanted his children to believe in themselves, push for more and know they were cherished.

As a husband, Mike and Bree were the real deal. High school sweethearts, they were magnetic together, the kind of couple everyone wanted to be around. Bree’s entire family adored him and he loved them right back as his own. She was his anchor, his safe place, his best friend and his one and only love. Their connection was effortless and unshakable, built on inside jokes, late-night talks, big laughs and big plants (I mean plans). Through every high and low, their love never wavered; it only grew deeper band more certain with time.

Mike will be forever be adored his loving wife Breanna; loved by his kids Keanon, Kennedy and Elliana; dogs Willow, Potato; even his toddler plant, Bud Jovi III, who grew happily in his Hey Abby Grow system; many loving family members, friends, clients and fans who will carry his memory forward.

On Thursday, August 21, The Tree Room located at 1820 McGee Street, Kansas City, Missouri, will become Mike’s stage one last time. From 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM, swing by to swap stories, laugh till it hurts and remember the man who made every room louder and better. At 6:30 PM, a few words will be shared, but after 8:00 PM, it’s full Mike mode: music cranked, energy high and an encore worthy of the legend himself.

Mike was the glue that held people together, the light in every room and the larger than life man you counted on for laughter, comfort and an honest word. His beat may have ended here, but the bass line he left behind will keep us moving, loud and steady, for the rest of our days.

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The Ocean Prime and Prime Social family is heartbroken to share the passing of Mike, memorial contribution may be made to: https://gofund.me/439c46ea