Hey, there's nothing wrong with writing for yourself, as long as you're having fun.
Especially if the result's good, and it is. Although I'm glad you didn't delve deeper in the autopsy thing, but that's only because I'm squeamish. That being said, there's something strangely fascinating in the contrast between the almost sweet relationship between Coop and Albert, and the dead girl being cut open. Poor Maddy :(

Cooper, there is a five-ton elephant sitting in my neck, butting me in the head with a pickaxe. Ha! I'll have to remember that line in case I ever get a migraine. Pure genius, that.