by Sheri Fink , ProPublica - The smell of death was overpowering the moment a relief worker cracked open one of the hospital chapel’s wooden doors. Inside, more than a dozen bodies lay motionless on low cots and on the ground, shrouded in white sheets. Here, a wisp of gray hair peeked out. There, a knee was flung akimbo. A pallid hand reached across a blue gown. Within days, the grisly tableau became the focus of an investigation into what happened when the floodwaters of Hurrica