Death
In early February 1988, Robin Gibb in an interview said Andy was healthy and ready to begin recording again. Three weeks before Andy died, Robin said "he just went downhill so fast", saying "he was in a terrible state of depression". He got over the drugs but the depression remained. On 5 March 1988, Andy Gibb celebrated his 30th birthday in London, while working on the new album. Soon after, he entered John Radcliffe Hospital in Oxford complaining of chest pains and died five days after his birthday, on 10 March 1988, as a result of myocarditis, an inflammation of the heart muscle caused by a recent viral infection which was exacerbated by his years of cocaine abuse. Robin Gibb said "he was also not eating properly and the lack of nutrition also damaged his heart", adding that the paranoia associated with cocaine abuse "shattered his confidence and he became scared of people."
The Gibb family would also maintain it was not an overdose which killed Andy - as some papers have suggested - but natural causes after years of drug and alcohol abuse.
Gibb's body was returned to the United States where he was interred at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Hollywood Hills, Los Angeles. The headstone reads Andy Gibb / March 5, 1958 - March 10, 1988 / "An Everlasting Love".
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