Edward Meade Keiser

Edward Meade Keiser—known to those who loved him as “Meade”—passed away at his home in Joppa, MD, on November 28, 2025, at the age of 72. If you’ve ever heard someone holler “Meade!” across a smoky pool hall or a rowdy fantasy-football draft, you already know exactly who he was, and you’re probably grinning right now.

Born in Richmond, VA, to the late Edward Meade Keiser and Edna May (Kelly) Keiser, Meade never met a pool table he couldn’t run or a fantasy league he couldn’t talk trash in-usually while holding a cold beer and the besting everyone at the table. For decades he could be found sinking the eight-ball with that deadly focus or celebrating when a last-second touchdown that saved his season and his bragging rights for the next year, and put a few bucks in his pocket. His very favorite adventures, though, were the ones spent hitting the open road hand-in-hand with Donna, his wife and lifelong co-pilot of 44 incredible years. Together they chased sunsets, collected memories from coast to coast, and proved the best trips are the ones taken with the right person riding shotgun.

Meade was the proud and endlessly devoted father of Jeremy Keiser (married to Kelly) and the grandfather to Chassidy Nunn, Kylah, Layliana, Isabella, Kamaria, Wrenly, and Levius Keiser. He had a heart big enough to make each grandchild feel like the undisputed favorite. He is also survived by his younger sister, best friend and sports aficionado, Carol Keiser. He was preceded in death by his older sister, Sara Toler.

When the cue stick is finally set down and the fantasy season comes to an end, Meade’s legacy lives on in the loud, loving chaos of family gatherings with stories of “the man in the basement…,” tales from the Stonewall, and the certainty that he lived every single day exactly the way he wanted—surrounded by the people he loved most.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that you raise a glass to Meade, make a donation to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, or shoot a game of eight-ball in his honor.

He’ll be waiting at the table, chalking his cue and wearing that mischievous grin we all know too well.