Owls would be easier.

I'm sorry Dorothy.
It appears another one of the Horcruxes you left behind has been destroyed.
The Willy mailbox was in bad shape.
Literally.
Let's go over a few things that I will not miss:
-The base. Because why put cement in the ground, when you can take an old milk can, fill it with cement, and fashion a new lid.
-the plywood lid. Jes. It is held down with wire hangers.
-the newspaper box. We do not subscribe to the paper.
-the dent. My first clue that Carl should not be driving. A month after we moved in, he backed into the mailbox. Flattened it. I was stoked. A new mailbox was officially bumped to the top of the "Honey Do" priority list for the house! Let's get diggin'!

No such luck, Carl was outside in the snow, pounding out the dent (not very well, as you can see from the finished product below), and repainting it with a different shade of black than was previously used. It never closed the same again, and after that incident always required two hands to close correctly (and avoid finding the mail blown about in the street).

But yesterday my dream came true.
Even though Aaron was fighting a cold, he set up a new mailbox for me.

Pretty. What a perfect gift. I love it!

Dorothy,
We have been busy. You don't have many horcruxes left in this house anymore. May your strength be weakened with the knowledge that a portion of your soul will be crushed by a garbage truck on Thursday. Perhaps now, we will finally go a full week without getting any of your mail. But, until we meet again,
Avada Kedavra!

Your mailbox was unforgiveable.