The most compelling counter-argument comes from a reinterpretation of paradise. If God is infinite love, and infinite love seeks to maximize the joy of the beloved, then a "one-size-fits-all" Heaven is illogical. A medieval monk might find joy in Gregorian chant and a cold stone floor. A modern introvert might find joy in a silent library. And a lonely soul, starved of gentle touch and unconditional affection in life, might find the highest form of joy in a 50-foot-tall winged girlfriend who calls them "little one."
You die. The tunnel of light appears. But as you step through, you notice the proportions are... off. The doorframes are 200 feet tall. The clouds are at knee-level to someone vast. The music of the spheres sounds suspiciously like a lullaby. Everyone Has Giantess Angel Waifus in Heaven
Welcome home, little one.