A few years ago a friend of mine--very accomplished writer--used the following phrase to describe the earthly paradise: "...like a fifteen year old invited to work as a cabana boy at Hef's mansion."
Now that we have an idea what that entails, I think most fifteen year olds--even those with, shall we say, the most plebian taste--would not exactly view an invite to work there with as much joy as you'd think.
In a word: Ick.
And I for one would not wish to be standing in his shoes during his final judgment. No siree beelze-bub....