I sprinkled some of my husband's ashes off the back of a boat at his favorite fishing spot after his memorial service. The wind was blowing. Do I need to tell you what happened? I was picking him out of my hair for the rest of the day. I think I swallowed some, too.
I gave some to my daughter; she planted a tree over them.....she said she wanted to be able, when she had problems, to go out and "talk to the tree".
Over the past ten years, I have scattered ashes in places he particularly enjoyed and, as luck will have it, I've managed to get some on me every darned time.
I still have a large jar of them left (he was a good-sized guy and after they took all the parts that were still useful, there was still quite a bit left). I'm not sure what I'm going to eventually do with them. Probably keep a very small container of them and go back to the lake where he was the happiest and scatter the rest. I'll know when it's time.