No one ever said it was easy being a monster. Take Frankenstein, for instance: he just wants to marry his undead bride in peace, but his best man, Dracula, is freaking out about the garlic bread. Then there's the Headless Horseman, who wishes everyone would stop drooling over his delicious pumpkin head. And can someone please tell Edgar Allan Poe to get the door already before the raven completely loses it? Sheesh.