My friend who recently passed was cremated, and our riding group will be burying those ashes in June, after a three hour ride east. He'll be taking his last ride on his wife's bike, strapped to the pillion. He lived an interesting life, and the packed church was filled with the various groups he belonged to, law enforcement, martial arts, military, educators, and bikers. Quite the mix.
I had my wife's ashes in a friend's hand thrown pottery, in the dining room, for a couple years before finally committing them to the earth. It was hard letting go. Before that we scattered most of the ashes around the farm... lawns, pastures, forest, and the flower and vegetable gardens... If she hadn't passed in winter I may have done differently.
I believe that spark of life, whatever it is that make us who we are, is finite, like a candle vanishing. The body just a vessel for that energy, so as long as we treat it with dignity and honor, it's all good.