A/n: So I know that not everybody is Jewish, but I did mention a few Jewish traditions in here. Anyways, please enjoy this sad imagine. Okay, let's begin!

Shawn's point of view

I was in the middle of one of my question and answer sessions with my fans when I got a text from my wife, who I had just been talking about.

Mrs. Mendes: Pkease call me when yu can.

"Hey guys, so my wife just sent me a text and her words are messed up so I'm a bit concerned. Do you guys mind if I call her really quickly?" I asked. My fans said that they didn't mind, so I called Y/n. I could hear her crying.

"Hey. Aren't you in a q and a?" Y/n asked as she cried.

"Yes but I want to know why my wife's text message was all jumbled up and why you're crying." I said. She cried harder.

"It's Uncle Donnie." She said. Oh no. She's extremely close to her uncle. She always has been.

"What about him?" I asked.

"He's gone Shawn. He died in his sleep last night." Y/n said. I put my hand to my mouth and held back tears. I cleared my throat.

"I'm so sorry honey. Do you want me to fly home after this concert?" I asked. There was a pause.

"I don't know. I don't know what to do. That would mean that you would have to cancel a concert." She said.

"No babe, listen, I would be cancelling more than one concert. I need to be with you right now. You need me." I said.

"No, I would feel bad if you cancelled even just one concert." Y/n said. I sighed.

"Honey, I know you, and I know how close you are - were - to him. I need to be there for you. You're my wife and I would do anything for you." I said. I heard her sigh.

"Okay. Do what you feel you should do." She said.

"Okay. Do you know when the funeral is?" I asked.

"No. I have no clue, but I'll keep you updated." She said.

"Okay. I have to go, but I love you so much honey. Stay strong." I said. I could hear her sniffling.

"Okay, I love you too." She said, and we hung up. I put my phone down next to me and looked at my lap for a moment before looking back up at my fans. I held back tears.

"My wife's uncle died and she was extremely close to him. He was a great man. Actually, I have a funny story about him. He interrogated the crap out of me when he first met me and Y/n was mortified by the questions that he was asking me. But she told me later on that later that day he called her and said that he approved of me and that he could tell how in love I am with her. I'm going to miss him." I said. I then looked down again and cleared my throat, trying to keep the tears back. I then continued with my q and a, but soon got a call from Y/n again. "Hey baby."

"Hey, sorry to interrupt your q and a -" She started.

"Honey it's fine. What's up?" I asked.

"Uncle Donnie's daughter, Kimberly called me. They want me to speak at the funeral." She said. My eyes widened.

"What did you say to her?" I asked.

"I told her that I would do it." She said.

"Good. I'm proud of you babe. Did she say when the funeral is?" I asked.

"She said that it's in three days." She said. I nodded even though she couldn't see me.

"Okay. I'll be there." I said.

"No, you don't have to." Y/n said.

"Of course I have to. You're my wife, my life partner, and by marriage he was my uncle too. I'll be there babe, I promise." I said.

"Okay. I love you." She said.

"I love you too darling." I said, and we hung up. After the q and a, I went to my manager, Andrew Gertler, and told him what happened as I broke down crying.

"I'll buy you the plane ticket. After the concert we'll get you on the first flight home." Andrew said. I nodded, and when I sang Never Be Alone, I dedicated it to my wife. The next day, I was home. As soon as I walked in the door, Y/n rushed into my arms and sobbed.

"Shhhh honey, I'm right here darling. I'm right here. I'm taking a break from tour for a bit." I said. She nodded, unable to speak. Finally, she calmed down enough to talk.

"Um, I didn't sleep at all last night, so I wrote the speech. Do you want to read it?" She asked and I nodded. She went and got it and I read it.

"Beautiful honey. You're a great writer darling." I said. She gave me a little smile.

"Um, I need to go shopping for an outfit." She said.

"I'll take you. Do you want to go right now?" I asked and she nodded. I had already posted on Instagram saying that due to a death in the family, I would be cancelling some of my concerts, and my wife had made a post about her uncle. Her caption was beautiful. We went to a local store and she got a simple black dress and black heels (A/n: dress is in picture above!). I already had black dress pants, so I decided to buy a black button up shirt. When Y/n showed me the dress, I gave her a smile.

"How does this look? Would this be appropriate?" She asked. I nodded.

"Yes. You look beautiful honey. Is that the one that you want?" I asked. She nodded.

"Yeah. Can we buy it and go home?" She asked. I nodded. She got changed back into her regular clothes and we bought the dress and went home. I've seen my wife sad and depressed before, but I have never seen her so beyond heartbroken.

"I love you." I said as we cuddled on the couch and she cried.

"I love you too. Thank you for coming home." She said. I kissed the top of her head.

"You're welcome baby girl. Anything for you." I said. Soon, it was the day of the funeral, and Y/n and I got ready to go. Soon, it was time for her to make her speech. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back before she went up to the podium. I was honestly very nervous that she would break down crying while she was up there. She cleared her throat and began to speak.

"Uncle Donnie came into my life when I was about eight years old. My aunt introduced him as her friend, but I soon realized that they were more than that when, at one of Aunt Rose's birthday parties Uncle Donnie turned to Aunt Jen and said 'Would my honey like some honey?'. I quickly started to refer to him as my uncle and we became very close. He would take me for rides in his 1960's red convertible Jaguar. One day, while we were in it and on a busy road - luckily there were no cars on the road at the time besides us - I pointed out that the car had been made in the U. K., to which Uncle Donnie responded by saying 'Yes, and this is how they drive.' and then went on the opposite side of the road. I don't think that I've ever screamed more in my life than I did at that moment, but Uncle Donnie just laughed and then went back to driving on the proper side of the road. I remember that my uncle became my right hand man. He was always there for me, and if there was a problem, I would call him, and he was always able to get me to laugh or smile or both. There was one day, it was the Fourth of July, and the whole family met at my grandparent's house. I had been dating someone for seven months, and I felt that it was time for him to meet my family. On the way there, Shawn, who is now my husband, asked who was the person he needed to impress. I told him that it was Uncle Donnie. When they met, Uncle Donnie gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek, looked at Shawn and said 'Let's talk.' and I have never seen Shawn so nervous in his life. Uncle Donnie interrogated Shawn, but later on he called me and said 'I approve of him. He looks so in love with you. Whatever you do, don't let this Shawn boy go.' and I was happy. I felt, and still do feel, so beyond lucky and blessed that Shawn and my amazing uncle were able to meet. Shawn and I were also very lucky that Uncle Donnie was able to make it to our wedding. That's when I took my last picture with him. The last time I saw Uncle Donnie, he had come over to mine and Shawn's house and asked us about our honeymoon. I'm so beyond lucky and blessed to have had Uncle Donnie in my life. I love you Uncle Donnie, and I'll never forget you." Y/n said. She then gave Uncle Donnie's kids hugs and walked back over to me and sat down. I kissed her cheek and held her hand.

"Great job babe. I'm so proud of you." I said. She nodded and thanked me. After the service, we drove to the cemetery and the whole procession had a police escort.

"I'm probably going to shovel a little." Y/n said in the car after some somber silence.

"What?" I asked.

"In the Jewish religion, once the casket is in the grave and after prayers are said, people help to shovel dirt into the grave. I want to do some of it." She said. I nodded, and I knew that once she made her mind up, there was no stopping her.

"Okay babe. Is it okay if I shovel too even though I'm not Jewish?" I asked.

"You want to?" She asked. I nodded and reached over to interlace our fingers as I kept my eyes on the road. I felt electricity spark through me, yet I felt safe and warm at the same time.

"Yeah." I said.

"Okay. That's fine babe." She said. I nodded.

"You did a great job with the speech. I'm very proud of you darling." I said and I felt her kiss my hand. We soon arrived at the cemetery, and as the casket was being lowered into the ground, Y/n held onto me tight and sobbed. I cried a little too, but also needed to stay strong for her.

"That's my uncle." Y/n said as we watched the casket slowly be lowered, and I kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. Soon, it was time to shovel dirt into the grave. A few people did it, and then it was Y/n's turn. She had said that she was going to do a little bit, but I counted how many times she shoveled the dirt it. Fifteen times. I finally went up to her and put my hand on her back. She looked up at me as she cried.

"You don't have to do all of it. Do you mind if I do some please?" I asked. She shook her head and handed me the shovel. She watched as I shoveled a bit, probably just five times before handing the shovel off to someone else. I then held my hand out to Y/n and she took it. We walked back to the car and Y/n gave me directions to a house that we would go to so we could sit shiva. Sitting shiva, in the Jewish religion, is when you get together and basically you can discuss the person and things like that. I stayed by my wife's side as a girl came up to her.

"Hi Y/n, I'm Emmy, Donnie is my grandfather. Thank you for making that beautiful speech." Emmy said and they hugged. They then took a picture together. Y/n posted it on Instagram.

"Just a couple of Uncle Donnie's girls sitting shiva for him. We'll never forget you Uncle Donnie. And yes I know that my smile is as fake as hell, but I just lost one of the most important people in my life and I have never been so heartbroken before." She captioned it. She showed me the caption before she posted it.

"Good job babe." I said, and she posted it. We soon went home.

"Um, would you mind helping me get the dress off please? I can't reach the zipper." Y/n asked and said as I held her hand to keep her steady as she took her heels off.

"Of course babe. Let's go upstairs." I said, and we did. We got changed and Y/n sat on the bed. She stared off into space for a moment before she broke down crying. I sat down on the bed with her and held her.

"I just can't believe it." She said.

"I know honey. But he loved you, you know that, right?" I asked. Y/n cried harder and nodded.

"Yeah. Thank you again for coming home and for coming with me to the funeral and everything." She said. I kissed the side of her head.

"My love, look at me." I said. She picked up her head and my heart broke as I saw the tears that were falling onto her cheeks. I kissed some of them away before speaking. "You're my wife, and I would do absolutely anything for you. I love you my sweet, sweet, girl." I said. Y/n put her lips on mine. I felt my heart race as if I had just run a marathon, I felt butterflies erupt and fly around in my stomach, and I felt sparks shoot through me like fireworks. We pulled away.

"I love you too. Can we lay down please? I'm tired." Y/n asked and said. I nodded and that's exactly what we did. I stayed home for a bit. It was so beyond hard to watch my wife, the love of my life, my everything, grieve so hard, but I stayed with her and never left her side. We cried when I had to go back on tour, but I called her all of the time to check on her. I love Y/n and her family, and I will always be there for her.