Yea I like that.
Tho its open how heaven is defined, for some heaven is a well cut green turf in the backyard for some its a champagne party with 20 naked blondes
This is an interesting point too, Borges wrote good material on how in literary terms in the past more time was spent trying to imagine hell than heaven in precise terms (the best hell I've heard of was a huge cavernous black and grey place which is layered with dust and dirt and has two thin lines of filthy water running in different directions through it and is totally deserted).
I have heard two accounts of heaven which I liked, one is from Shawshank Redemption in which one of the death row prisoners states that they hope God will let them return to the time they were happiest and remain there for eternity, the other was from a Graham Masterton pulp horror in which in a dialogue between demons and angels it is revealed the virtuous dwell in what they have always envisaged heaven to be.
For my part I love fresh cut lawns but I'm not a fan of champagne