Tragos' jaw was fairly firmly closed. Marcie had to pull his lips apart enough to slip the coin in like it was a moneybox. And then, the dabs of oil as Qebhet said, and... they were done.
She looked at him, and then up at Qebhet. "You are a goddess of death, yes? You tend to souls awaiting judgement? Can I ask... do you see his? Do you see where it went?" She didn't know what answer she wanted, which scared her more. She just needed to know.