When I was young boy in the 50's I went to a Catholic Primary School. One day I was having a discussion with one of the nuns, about what heaven was really like.
She asked me what I most liked to eat and I replied that my Mum's apple pie and custard was smashing and I could eat it all day. She then told me that in heaven I could eat apple pie and custard all day, every day, if I wanted.
I was only 7 years old but for many years afterwards, until I became an atheist in my late teens, whenever anybody mentioned the word heaven, there was a distinct odour of cinnamon in the air.
Even if heaven existed, I'm not sure that I would want to go there if it was full of all those sanctimonious b*stards that have been trying to convert me ever since.