Oh, by the way, sorry about that

Of all the ways to go: Being killed while jogging on a beach by an airplane making a crash landing.

That’s tough. Even more unfortunate were the comments by the pilot – who survived the collision, unlike the jogger.

The story, briefly: Malfunctioning airplane – actually a kit-built job – has to land on the beach near Hilton Head, S.C.

So the pilot puts her down – right on the jogger, unfortunately.

OK, we have an accident here. The pilot didn’t want to flatten the jogger, and landing a disabled plane has to be hairy. (See Capt. Sully, Hero of the Hudson.)

But after the crash, pilot Ed Smith had some strange priorities:

"I've got a lot of issues going on right now," Smith said. "I've got a plane that's all torn up. And I've got a young man that I killed."

Did you catch that: Plane first, dead man second. Hello?

This wasn’t just a bad day for the jogger, Robert Jones. It was his last day, through no fault of his own.

And in the same vein, the president of the company that manufactured the plane “called the landing ‘miraculous’ given the damage to it, but also expressed sorrow at the deadly outcome.”

Again, plane first, dead man second.

Somehow, I think the family and friends of the late Robert Jones will place the order differently.