It’s been almost 50 years since the best adaptation of Mary Shelly’s novel Frankenstein, and just one of the best movies ever, Young Frankenstein, was released.

Here’s a drawing of one of my and my dad and brothers’ favorite scenes from the movie, when Marty Feldman pretends to be a dead, preserved head, and then executes a brilliant pun by breaking out in song.

This movie was like catching lightning in a bottle, with every member of the cast selected and performing perfectly. And only Marty Feldman could give a glazed over look that’s simultaneously convincing and hilarious with his *ahem* unique eyes.

Igor!

Froderick!