We scattered my step dad Olen's ashes on a Tuesday night in April in FL but I kept some of them and brought some of him with me back to TX. It was a beautiful ceremony. We played his favorite music and as each of us took a scoop and returned him to the ocean that he loved, we all said our individual private things. Since we didn't have any scoops the minister who was there, thoughtfully scooped up oyster shells on the beach which was perfect since Olen loved oysters. After it was over we drove across the sand playing his songs with the windows down and looked out over the water where his ashes now were. There were birds flying overhead and a nice sunset. The minister said no one ever catches any fish in this particular spot. We watched a guy catch 7! Someone was helping him out!
