Ketchup Man was no more. The tomato-based superhero had met his untimely end, leaving the residents of Condiment City in a state of shock. Who would protect them now?

Mustard Man, Ketchup Man's lifelong friend and ally, decided to step up. He knew the best way to honor his friend’s memory was to host a fitting farewell.

Preparations began. Mustard Man invited all from Condiment City. He promised a farewell that would encapsulate all that Ketchup Man had stood for.

As the news spread across the city, each resident, from Sauce Street to Relish Road, began planning their tribute to the fallen superhero.

Barbecue Betty, known for her fiery spirit, vowed to make a sculpture of Ketchup Man using her famous barbecue sauce.

Residents were busy preparing tributes. But none worked harder than Mustard Man. He was determined to make this farewell a true celebration of Ketchup Man's life.

The day arrived. Condiment City was cloaked in a hush as residents trickled into Vinegar Valley, the chosen venue for the farewell.

Mustard Man stood at the podium, ready to deliver his eulogy. He looked out at the crowd. It was a sea of grieving Condiment City residents.

He began by sharing tales of their childhood, eliciting chuckles and tears alike. Memories of the ketchup-splattered adventures filled the air.

He spoke of Ketchup Man's bravery, his zest for life, and his unmatchable ability to squirt out of trouble. The audience responded with nods and tears.

After the eulogy, residents presented their tributes. Barbecue Betty came forward, her sculpture almost glowing under the afternoon sun.

Cheers erupted as she unveiled the sculpture. It was Ketchup Man, sauce bottle in hand, posed in mid-squirt. A fitting tribute to the city's lost hero.

Many tributes followed. Each unique, each heartfelt, each a testament to Ketchup Man's impact on every life he touched.

As the sun started to set, Mustard Man took the stage once again. He thanked everyone for making this a day to remember Ketchup Man by.

For the final part of the farewell, there was a march through Condiment City. They followed the route Ketchup Man often zipped through while keeping the city safe.

The procession moved solemnly, each step a tribute to their hero. Condiment City had never been so quiet, yet so united.

As they reached Ketchup Man's statue in Tomato Town Square, Mustard Man lifted his bottle high in a solemn salute to his fallen friend.

The crowd followed, lifting their condiment bottles high. An ocean of saluting bottles, glowing under the setting sun, waved Ketchup Man goodbye.

As the day came to a close, Condiment City went to bed with heavy hearts. Their hero was gone, but his memory would live on forever.

The funeral was over, but the resolve in Condiment City was stronger. Ketchup Man's spirit lived on, inspiring the residents to be brave, just like their hero.

Mustard Man, despite his grief, felt a strange sense of peace. He had done his part in bidding his friend a fitting farewell.

In the days that followed, Mustard Man took up the mantle of protecting Condiment City, hoping to keep Ketchup Man's legacy alive.

As life slowly resumed, so did the tales of Ketchup Man. Every squirt of ketchup was a reminder of their beloved hero.

Mustard Man found solace in these tales, in the laughter and the remembrance. He knew Ketchup Man lived on in the hearts of Condiment City.

His friend was gone, but his memory was eternal. Mustard Man made a silent promise to keep his friend's spirit alive, forever protecting Condiment City.

And so, Condiment City found a new protector in Mustard Man. His yellow glow became the new beacon of hope, a testament to Ketchup Man's legacy.

Even in his absence, Ketchup Man continued to inspire. His story became a legend, a tale of courage and selflessness, forever etched in the history of Condiment City.

Ketchup Man was no more, but he was not forgotten. His memory lived on, his spirit soaring high, forever watching over Condiment City, forever their beloved hero.

The Condiment Chronicles continued, filled with tales of bravery, friendship, and loss. But at its heart, it was a testament to the unbreakable spirit of Ketchup Man.

The sorrow was profound, the loss irreplaceable, but they thrived, carrying the essence of Ketchup Man in their hearts, honoring him through their resilience and unity.

Thus, Ketchup Man's end was not truly an end. It was a beginning. A beginning of tales that would inspire generations, a beginning of a legend.

For in every squirt of ketchup, in every bottle raised high, in every eye that shone with courage, Ketchup Man lived on. Such was his farewell.

And Mustard Man, the best friend and now protector of Condiment City, carried on with a pledge in his heart - to keep alive the spirit of Ketchup Man.

As the lullaby of night rocked Condiment City to sleep, Mustard Man stood tall, the yellow beacon against the dark, carrying a legacy, a promise, and a memory.

Ketchup Man may have expired, but his spirit was immortal. And that's the magic of heroes; they live on, not in person, but through the tales they inspire.