Whaley's "search" is nothing but a sham. He's so concerned that a coach might usurp his power and control that in the end he won't end up hiring a coach AT ALL.
At the end of season presser after a 2017 season in which the Bills are historically unwatchable due to a lack of ANY coaching AT ALL, he will claim that it's not his fault, that he's only in charge of the 53.
Incensed, Bucky Gleason, picking up where he left off in 2016, will resume shrieking like a chicken about his job description until his head literally explodes, killing Jerry Sullivan in the process from an acute ruptured colon brought on by the internal pressure generated by the force of the blast.
Vic Carrucci, in close proximity, will bear witness to this horrific scene. Covered in the now defunct Sullivan's feces and Gleason's brain... ok, anatomically unlikely to be COVERED in Gleason's brain, but probably enough there that a good forensic pathologist could find a trace or two... Vic will fall into a catatonic state requiring prolonged psychiatric hospitalization, at which point Doug Whaley will yell "Suck it, bitCHEZ!!" and announce that his work here is done, will tender his resignation, and will ride off into the sunset in Rex's pickup truck to a host of confused stares and an increasing crescendo of applause.
Hey, it's at least as plausible as Whaley intentionally hiring an underqualified coach to save his job, right?