Andy!
I festooned my walls with your posters.
I lusted after your hairy, ever-medallioned chest and spandex-coated bulge.
Actually, that last part's not true. I was prepubescent during my Andy Gibb obsession, so I wasn't lusting after anyone, honey.
So, Andy, thanks for Shadow Dancing your way into my little heart. Happy birthday, my fantasy disco boyfriend.
... even though you're dead.