McAuley, Michael December 22, 1980 - May 28, 2026

On May 28, 2026, Mike McAuley died suddenly and unexpectedly while doing what he loved: riding one of his BMX bikes on the Bronx River bike trail. He is survived by his wife Becky McAuley, his sister Tara Bruno, uncles JV McAuley and Babe McAuley, cousins Shannon McAuley and Tara McAuley, and a large and tight-knit extended family. Mike was predeceased by his mother Trisha McAuley and his grandmother Patricia McAuley.

Born Michael Bruno on December 22, 1980, Mike changed his last name to McAuley to honor his mother’s family and in preparation for Becky to take his name during marriage. He was born and died in Bronxville, NY but grew up in Eastchester. For most of his adult life he lived in the Fleetwood neighborhood of Mount Vernon and loved it with his whole heart. He enjoyed exploring via hiking, biking, in cemeteries, and on “feral stairs” or step streets, and was looking forward to the opening of the new section of the Bronx River trail that would connect Bronxville and Mount Vernon. He found his true calling in the punk and hardcore music scene as a teenager, first attending shows, then later booking his own shows, singing for multiple bands and performing in different parts of the country. Mickeys Crew, a group of longtime friends that he brought together in 2001, continued to write music and perform live for 25 years until his untimely passing.

Mike and Becky packed a lifetime of love and laughter into their 18 years together, 13.5 of which they were married. They shared a love for hardcore and rap music, baseball, and a lifetime supply of inside jokes, references, songs, and terminology, as well as endless love for their cats Ellie (Howard) and Goose (Gossage). Becky and Mike met when he was performing at the Pyramid Club in Manhattan in 2007 and Becky asked the score of a Yankees playoff game. They were later engaged after Old Timers Day 2011 and married five years from the day they met.

Mike was one of the most spontaneous, caring, creative, and scarily intelligent people we ever had the pleasure to know. He cultivated encyclopedic knowledge on a wide breadth of topics and was unafraid to dispense it. His lyrics were often comedic and sometimes irreverent, but at the same time deeply introspective and mixed with poignant social commentary. He cared deeply about his friends and was the social connector of multiple disparate groups. Similarly, he had worked in a variety of industries, from graphic design to real estate to record stores, and had started a record label with Becky just before his passing. He enjoyed designing shirts, stickers, flyers, and album artwork for local bands, and had his photography featured on a record cover in 2024.

The local music community will continue to gather periodically in his honor. We encourage you to remember Mike by donating to your local food bank or animal rescue organization, reveling in the wonders of nature (and/or a good chicken scarp), appreciating the moon, cursing at the Yankees, refusing to carry equipment if you are the singer of a band and not playing an instrument, and providing loyal and consistent support to your family and friends.