Gravity Falls, Oregon. 6th July 2018. 7:53 pm

It was a dark, gloomy day. For more strange it could be, it seemed like the weather had felt Stan's death too.
Dipper wore a fancy suit that once belonged to his grunkle when he was in the beginning of his career has the owner of the Shack.
Mabel wore a long black dress that belonged to their mother. It made her look beautiful, yet dead and even more mournful than she already was. Waddles, who was sleeping in the kitchen the day Dipper and Mabel returned home from school and received the call, had come with her, wearing a completely black sweater. Even the little chubby pig seemed to have a sad expression on his face.
They found Wendy and Soos in the middle of the crowd. Soos wore a fancy suit too and Wendy wore a black dress, even longer and darker than Mabel's. Soos looked devastated. He had just lost the person that for him was the nearest to a true father. And Wendy's daredevil, happy and adventurous spirit seemed so dead... Obviously, the Twins weren't the only ones to suffer with Stan's death. And Dipper's heart hurt even more from seeing Soos, but mainly Wendy, in that state. He had never seen her like that.
The Twins joined them.

"Hi, dudes..." Wendy stammered. Her voice sounded tired and not that beautiful anymore.

"Hi..." It was all Dipper could say. He still had that attraction to Wendy, not that big though. But he wasn't even able to think about that.

"So... You may be completely wrecked..." Wendy sniffled, near to tears.

Mabel answered "Yeah..." She wiped her tears. "What's with Soos?"

"Oh, he's not good, man... Just let him alone for a while, okay?" Said Wendy.

Soos was crying compulsively, he was unable to talk.

The rest of the time was spent with silence, mourn and tears.

Then, Dipper was called to make a speech in Stan's tribute.
In the middle of Dipper's speech in the funeral, it started to rain. The suit barely protected him. Rain never felt so cold. And bearing the cruel, cold drops of water that fell like icicles, he spoke. But no speech could express properly the devastation and the sadness Dipper felt for his grunkle's loss. And Dipper didn't know how to talk from the heart that well. Mabel was better at it, but she wasn't feeling any better than Dipper right at that moment.
Something had died inside them. Dipper tried to make his speech as short as he could. He wanted to have some time alone to rethink everything.
Then, it was Mabel's turn. She spoke amazingly, with an emotion Dipper could never transmit with words.

"I loved my Grunkle Stan... but what hurts me the most is that people never seem to have a proper farewell. We always have something we wished to say, something we wished to do with that person... that person who left you so suddenly... that you didn't even have time to... to say goodbye properly..." Mabel started to cry. "And sometimes, you never have the opportunity to say... I love you. Or... I need you... you know? It's just..." Mabel sniffled. "He just left us so suddenly... We were so scared... We passed an infinity of good moments with our great uncle, but... it's never enough, y'know? We wished that would continue forever... So please, love your family... Go out there, and hug your parents, siblings or whatever, and say: I love you. I need you. Then you won't take the risk of being unable to say it before you die. God, I'm just so devastated... It's a big loss we suffered... Our great uncle was like a second father to us... It just feels like... It just feels like you have a huge, painful hole in your heart..." Mabel bursted into tears. "I'm sorry..."

Oh, how Dipper agreed with her. He couldn't talk like that, but he felt the exact same thing... And how it hurt. It was like a stab in his heart. He just felt like he had died too. Because that was just how he felt like. Dead. Stan indeed took away a part of them with him. And that missing part of him was now replaced for an hurricane of anger, frustration, mourn and sadness. And the same seemed to happen with his sister. He just had never seen Mabel so serious.

Mabel talked a little bit more and then ended the speech with Dipper's thoughts put in words.

"When he died... our great uncle took a part of us with him. Because we just feel so incomplete without him..." She wasn't able to stop crying. "Please, love your family as much as we loved our grunkle. We just can't bear the pain... Thanks."

Then, she joined the crowd that friendly put their hands on her shoulder and said some kind words to her. But nothing could cheer her up that moment.
She stood next to her brother, with her eyes red from crying. She wiped her tears and cried new ones.
Dipper held his tears. It hurt. It hurt remembering the image of their grunkle breathing for the last time and then lying lifeless on the wooden floor. It hurt knowing that it was the last time they would see him. It hurt knowing that they wouldn't have him anymore. And it hurt seeing his sister like that. It hurt so much. Too much.

After the funeral, the Twins went to the Shack and put on some comfortable clothes. Dipper put on a black hoody jacket and Mabel put on one of her handmade sweaters. But that one was different. A sweater that she has been knitting since the previous day, their first morning without Grunkle Stan. The most painful morning ever. A black sweater with a white spot. She put on a grey headband and grey, black and white earrings too. She definitely wasn't in the mood for something colorful.
The Twins closed the Shack's door without bothering to turn on the lights, only with the windows to give them some light. They walked to the living room as two dying animals dragging themselves. Because they felt like that.
Dipper sat on a chair of the table where Grunkle Stan used to play poker sometimes. Mabel sat on the sofa where he spent half the day watching TV and drinking Pitt Cola. All they could think about in that moment was Stan, and the awful memories of his bleeding body.
Dipper and Mabel were living at the Shack for a while as if it was a normal house, since it didn't reopen yet.

Mabel broke the disturbing silence with the voice of someone who had already lost all hope "So... Now what?"

"I really have no idea how to run this shack, Mabel. I'm done..." Answered a hopeless, desperate Dipper, covering his face with his hands. "I'm just too young..."

9:57.
The Twins had decided to return to the cemetery to stay some time alone near their great uncle's tomb, without that huge crowd. They just wished to have some peace in this cruel world. They wasn't asking for too much.
It was still raining, less than in the funeral though.
Mabel walked slowly to the tomb with tears in her eyes, with Dipper's hand standing always on her shoulder. She stood right in front of it, as if she couldn't believe that the name svelte on the tomb was "Stanford Pines".
Then, she suddenly fell on her knees, dominated by the pain, and bursted into tears. She cried so hard her abdomen started to hurt. And Dipper's hand stood on her shoulder. He kept watching her sister crying and the name svelte on the tomb, that name that was so familiar, so close, so warm. Dipper still could barely believe that they would never see Stan again too. And holding his tears, he waited for Mabel to release all the ones she had held in pain. He waited and suffered. He didn't care if the rain was cold. He didn't care if he had profits waiting for him at the Shack. He didn't care if he could work there with Wendy. He just wanted his Grunkle Stan back.