When attorney Robert Frankenstein introduced himself, people did a double take.

“What did you say your name was?’” they’d ask.

“Frankenstein, like the monster,” he’d reply.

If people pronounced it “Franken-STEIN,” he’d sometimes channel Gene Wilder from the movie “Young Frankenstein,” correcting them with a tongue-in-cheek hissy fit.

“It’s not Franken-STEIN, it’s Franken-STEEN,” he’d say.

But “then he would say, ‘whatever,’ ’’ said his daughter, Jamie Steckler.

Mr. Frankenstein, who really did pronounce it Franken-STEEN, went from being a kid who grew up in a West Rogers Park apartment to a lawyer who traveled the world, skiing and scuba diving. He tooled around Glencoe in his Corvette, his Labrador retriever Max riding shotgun, long ears fluttering behind him.

He died last month at his Palm Springs home at age 70. He was diagnosed in December with Stage IV lung cancer, said Susan, his wife of 43 years.

Read the full obituary in the Chicago Sun-Times