Nothing yet. It's been five months, and my husband sits in the unopened cardboard box his ashes came in. In May, my daughters and I are going to take him to the beach we loved and spread some of the ashes there. I'm going to spread some of the ashes in the park we walked behind our home, and the rest will be buried with a memorial stone in his family's cemetery.
My mother, who took countless pictures all her life, wants to be divvied up in little film canisters and taken on every trip her loved ones take and be scattered there. Kinda weird, but apropos.
Blessings on discovering what will be right for you.