When you list Hall-of-Famers the Mets have employed, you perhaps wouldn't want to overlook Tom Meany. Meany, the Mets' public relations guy in 1962-1963 and promotions director in 1964 (does that make him the father of Banner Day?) took the would-be route of Adam Rubin toward baseball employment, having jumped the fence after decades of writing about the game, working with several papers and authoring over a dozen books, while gaining a rep as one of the game's great raconteurs. (When Toots Shor's closed, guess who was the toastmaster on their last night.) His big scoop as a baseball writer came when he ducked under the bleachers during a rain delay and stumbled upon the scene of John McGraw packing his office up to turn the team over to Bill Terry. Felled by hemorrhage on September 11 of 1964, he became the first Met (so much as he was a Met) passing in about 21 months. He was posthumously honored with the J. Taylor Spink Award in 1975 (so much as that would allow you to be called a Hall of Famer, and it's really not supposed to). In the seventies, they would give the award to two or more a year, and he was honored in the same year as Shirley Povich, which is sort of like going into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame the same year as the Beatles, you know? But good on him. On December 31, 1959, the Dodgers lease on Ebbets Field expired. The Dodgers leaving town should have been a dead story by then, but he showed up to see the team's caretaker turn the keys over to the new landlord, who would begin demolishing the place, writing, �Being Irish, I have attended my share of wakes, Lord have mercy on us all, but on New Year�s Eve at historical Ebbets Field, I went for the first time to a wake without a body. The corpse was alive and kicking 3,000 miles away in Los Angeles. All that was left at Ebbets Field was the spirit and that was giving up the ghost at noon.� Seems like a great character. Unfortunately, while I found some great statements while searching, I can't figure out where he is buried, which kind of falls short of the whole purpose of this thread. He was born in Brooklyn, and died somewhere in New York, so it's pretty safe to assume he was buried in New York City limits, or possibly Long Island. Beyond that, the trail has gone cold.