Automatic reversion to your most perfect age, physically, say 22 but the wisdom of maturity.
A perfect climate, lush vegetation, fruit trees with always ripe fruits and strawberry fields forever.
All of my deceased cats and birds, none of my deceased dogs. Dogs would still be a PITA in heaven. lol
No deceased anyone else. haha
An all you can eat buffet, everything imaginable, endless lobster tails, fine California Champagne and gourmet cheesecakes.
No weight gain, no ill effects from indulging in whatever you want.
Hot Air balloons to float around the heavens in.
A custom tree house in the clouds.
A private lake with year round perfect swimming temps.
Bluebirds and butterflies everywhere.
No dogs allowed. lol