This is an interesting question.
Before my husband died ( 7 months ago ) I used to think that if and when the time came, I would happily scatter his ashes under our favourite seat which overlooks the beach and where we used to sit and both feel happy.
However, now I find that I’m really not ready yet to “ let him go”, and his ashes are still in the box in our bedroom. Previously I really would have found this creepy, but not now!
What I have found helpful is giving away most of his very nice clothes to my son, and I love seeing him wearing them. And I’ve kept back a few for myself, and just love snuggling up in his merino cardigan! I’m really gather surprised at all this, wearing his clothes was never on the agenda!