If they haven’t thought of/done this already, why not?, and here you go:
After obtaining any and all necessary permissions – Do a mix of the original Aerosmith song “Nobody’s Fault”, leaving it as is except putting in Phil Hartman saying “Fobody’s Nault!” at the appropriate places, and going through his whole “Fobody’s Nault” routine during the end outro.
*Pause inserted because I have no link* (WAIT…something about ‘Night In The Ruts’.)
I mourn the death, or at least extreme decline, of the term “mailman”. Because no longer can one say “Well, what other kind of man is there?” at the appropriate times. Although the replacement term, “mail carrier”, does have myriad disease-joke possibilities.
And of course, there’s always the old (or maybe not) “I’m waiting for the mailman to come” phrase that is just RIPE for jokes. “Why are you waiting for him to come?”, “Maybe you should help”, “So you want him to deliver your mail? (of course!) What did you order a male for? (Huh?) You’re waiting for a male, right? (No, THE mail) THE male? You mean like, one of the Beastie Boys? (WTF are you talking about?)”…and so on, and so on.