Companion to benny73’s thread here:
Oppositely: if you were to die tomorrow and learn that because of your many virtues and good deeds, you were to be inducted into heaven by St. Peter himself, which person would make the experience the most pleasant for you?
This being heaven, you don’t have to spend eternity with them if you don’t want to, but if you do, why?
Kiera Knightly.
I could listen to her talk in a British accent and look at her forever and never get bored.
Four questions…
Does the person have to be dead?
If they’re dead, do they have to be a resident of Heaven to qualify? (Like if I want, say, Stalin to welcome me into Heaven, just to see the look on his face as he has to usher someone into Paradise before he’s tossed back into Hell?)
Does the person actually have to exist? (Like, say, if I wanted to be greeted by Sherlock Holmes.)
Does it have to be a human being that greets me? (Frankly, in the unlikely event I do actually end up in Paradise, there are a few dogs that I’d like to see again. Before a lot of people.)
Postulate) If there is a heaven, I’m getting in.
Veracity of Postulate) Axiomatically false.
Therefore Resolved) Wherever I find myself, if it looks like heaven, it’s just hell in disguise. :eek:
Outcome) I’ll probably end up with my wife, no matter who I ask for…
Just look? :dubious:
I’m really easy to please. If anything else happened though, I wouldn’t complain in the least bit.
Eternity with one other person? That sounds like hell. I’ve no idea what my own heaven would be like, but it would involve other (willing) residents.
Only one person? I’d much rather have access to a bunch… I kind of like that Heaven I heard described in a joke, where different congregations have their own rooms and you can move freely between them. There would be mountaintops (I’ve had Mass on several), forests and beaches as well as more built décors, and of course there would be enough of each that you’d be able to be with as many or as few people as you wanted.
If it had to be only one, then I’ll go with God and I’m not telling which one of the three Persons 
I just want an Infinite Library.
And family.
I’d much rather spend the afterlife with someone who gave me the shits during my terrestrial life. Then I could spend my time plotting and arguing and having a more ‘interesting’ death.
Hanging out with someone who was incredibly beautiful and who agreed with my every notion and opinion would end up being a more tortuous hell than I could handle.
I’ve always thought tht heaven would be a small, beautiful island in a tropical sea with four buildings on it: a restaurant serving any food I wanted, a library which contained every book and movie ever written (and those not written, eg. stories Mark Twain would have written if he lived another ten years), a whore house where I could get anyone woman who ever existed in fact or in fiction, and a baseball park where I could see any game, real or fantasy, I wished.
…77 virgins…or is it 72?
Heavan would be that place where I am healed of all the damages I have endured and can appreciate the beauties of the world that already exist.
Oh, and some friendly busty curvaceous women would be nice, too.
And eternal youth, as well. Just fix me at age 25, but the 25 I should have been.
Oh, a specific person?
I’d like to see my sister again…
A common mistranslation–it is really a 77 year-old virgin.
Have a nice afterlife!
Your heaven sounds a lot like mine. Except where your ballpark is, I have a large airstrip where many exotic and interesting aircraft are parked and fueled all ready for me to fly. Lots of fighters from the last 70 years or so. Next to the big runway is a small grass strip with a Piper Cub and an Extra 300.
And there are no FAA officials, except for a few that are impaled on large spikes for decoration.
I can’t think of any single human being that I would like that much. Not even my SO, and I love him dearly and plan to spend the next 50 + years of my life with him.
However, if we can add non-humans, I’ll say the Hindu God Krishna. I may be atheist but I’ve always had a fascination with the concept of a God that really treats you like an equal and is willing to sit down with you and teach and talk and not judge and pass lightning bolts from his arse. I could spend an eternity learning, and if I’m with the Godhead, I’d never run out of things to learn. Plus he knew how to have a good time, too, with the gopis and stealing butter and whatnot.
For me, it would be more about what I could eat without getting fat or sick. Hot fudge sundaes and thick crust pizza every day.
People? Pffft.
Professor J.R.R. Tolkien would be my first choice. As this is my ‘Unique Heaven’, there would be no ‘St. Peter’ but rather a Maia of Mandos I suppose. I could probably spend a long time talking to the good Professor.
Robert Heinlein would be my next choice. He might be more engaging. He was extremely intelligent and opinionate. We could talk and debate endlessly I suppose. I have no clue what our shared heaven would be like, but it would be interesting.
If we are talking a strictly Christian Heaven, perhaps Yogi Berra could be my escort. While he is not there yet, odds are he will precede me. I cannot think of many more wonderful people with which to spend eternity.
I have no clue what heaven is suppose to be like in this scenario. Obviously if sex is a possibility, my answers change very fast. I am guessing it is not available. 
Jim