I never met a pie I didn't like
So, there is no worst, but just grades of best
Eating a good pie is like seeing one's life flash before their eyes, without dying
When I eat Coconut Cream Pie, I'm back at my Grandmom TJ's house for a holiday dinner, and she's got three different pies on on the buffet, at the ready. Coconut cream was always one of them, usually mixed in with a pumpkin and a fruit pie of some kind. And, sometimes swap out a berry pie for a cobbler - usually blackberry or blueberry.
Seeing these three there on the buffet ready to be devoured was in some ways like trying to decide which of Charlie's Angels is the best looking, kind of a win win win situation. Coconut cream was kind of like Jaclyn Smith (even though Farah Fawcett's hair color kind of goes more with coconut)
Anyway, the angels aside, eating pie is like traveling back in time to my grandmom's house. She was a larger than life type grandmom who made everyone feel good - always joking with a twinkle in her eye. Going to her house was like walking into a Norman Rockwell painting, in real life.
Pumpkin and berry pies do this for me too, but not to the extent that coconut cream pie does. Yumm.