Some deaths are tragic. This isn't one of them.

Every week there are deaths that make you feel incredibly sad. Katheryn Steinle, 32, was one of them. This beautiful women was shot to death this week while walking with her father along Pier 14 in San Francisco. A heartbreaking death made more tragic because her killer was Francisco Sanchez, a evil lowlife who never should have been allowed in this country. Then there are deaths that should elicit one's pity, but don't, at least not mine. I never feel bad when a bullfighter is gored too death, or that matter any participant in the running of the bulls. I can't feel great pity for daredevils who know the risks involved and think they will overcome them. This week there were three deaths that don't elicit any kind of pity from me, though many would say they should. One is Tommy Woodward, 28, of Texas who went swimming in a bayou at night though he had been warned about a nearby alligator. Bad move, the alligator killed him. Then there's Devon Stapler of Calais, Maine. After lots of drinking at a Fourth of July party he set a mortarboard of fireworks off on his head. Dead. And last, but not least, is Mormon leader Boyd K. Packer, president of the faith's highest governing body. He died in his Salt Lake City home at 90 years old.  He didn't do anything risky, it's just that I never mind hearing about the death of  con man.

Note: You can add Justin Bartek, 30, to this list. Apparently this Texas postman died this week in a hospital. Like Maniac Devon Stapler, Justin was critically injured by fireworks, in his case a pyrotechnic called Medieval Knight, which he set off on his chest.