T-Rex: You die and you go to heaven! And in heaven you get to live without suffering and all your old pets are there too. Geez. There may be dozens of pets running around. There's way more here than you can reasonably care for.
T-Rex: And THAT means you start having to choose favourites!
T-Rex: But that's kinda awful because OBVIOUSLY all the pets would want to be your favourite, and this is THEIR heaven too - so instead let's say your mind has been altered to remove favouritism and any dreams of doing things that aren't caring for long-dead pets! But that's changing your personality which is basically the death of self, so - let's say that doesn't happen either.
T-Rex: Hmm.
Utahraptor: Perhaps there's a personal heaven for each person?
T-Rex: YES.
T-Rex: And everyone ELSE in that heaven is an illusion constructed to maximize your pleasure, and therefore there's a separate heaven for each sentient being.
Utahraptor: But then you're just seeing simulations of your friends: an eternity trapped with fake people on a holodeck you can't control.
God: T-REX HAVE YOU GOTTEN TO THE POINT WHERE YOU REALIZE IF ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN THEN ALL SPIDERS POO-BUGS AND BLOOD PARASITES MAKE IT TOO
T-Rex: Not... yet?
God: SAVING THAT EPIPHANY FOR LATER HUH
