My version of heaven won't have any bible thumpers in it. That'd be the other place.
My dogs would be in my version of heaven.
There's be no anti-gunners there, and probably no lawyers, either, unless they had the moral courage to refuse to defend someone who they knew damned well was guilty.
No liberal Democrats, either.
And, I admit it, my version of heaven would have my section of it restricted to my own general skin shade. I simply prefer similar skin tones, and that's that. Not that it's a BIG issue with me, but heaven is in the details.
You could eat all you like and never get full or gain an ounce. You wouldn't even have to get rid of the used food in the normal manner unless you wanted to. Otherwise, it would just disappear before that time.
I'd physically wish to be in my early 20's with my full hairline, but filled out in my muscular structure as I am now. (When I hit my 30's, I naturally bulked up...I was practically a scarecrow for most of my 20's and didn't realize it until I reviewed some old photos recently!)
A physically perfect body would of course be something that most of us would want.
I'd want the strength of a power lifter, the endurance of a marathon champ, and the flexibility, grace, balance, and explosive power of world class martial artists and circus performers. A real ass kicker, in short.
Every activity available on earth would be available to me in heaven, without restrictions. I'd fly fighter jets that never broke and perfect the fine art of professional level skateboarding in an injury and pain-free environment.
All music that I'd encounter would be to my liking.
I'd pick up new skills in an instant, a lot like how they add new skills to people in "The Matrix". Hit me, and keep on hitting me until you run out of skills!
And angels would put out!
CJ