Yup, you've got to pick your day when scattering ashes. A friend of my sister wanted to scatter his mum off the high dunes at Sleeping Bear in Leelanau County. He forgot to check which way the wind was blowin' the day he took her out. The wind was blowing in from off Lake Michigan. Mom brought tears to his eyes one last time that day, not to mention grit in the teeth etc.
I'm thinking maybe my kids should tie me up in little bags with fish line and a small stone in each one. Just think of the catharsis they could find in calling me an old bag over and over I can see them now, tossing me off a cliff yelling "There goes Mom, stoned again!"