It was a small, private affair.
Ace’s buddy Morris Matson described the funeral this way:
The cemetery was cut out of an old mesquite pasture many years ago, and Ace was buried near his mother, stepfather, grandparents, and great grandparents. A cool breeze blew. People had to watch where they stood — red ant beds were abundant. So were grasshoppers, and Ace’s grandchildren had a big time trying to step on them all. It was an ideal setting for Ace’s final resting place, in the same landscape he used to hunt as a boy.
Matson took this photo of the cemetery. It resembles a landscape that a traveling artist might have seen and favored 100 years ago, sat down and painted, and created an image on a canvas that would outlive both artist and collector.