this inquiring mind wants to know

Not that I was really working on it, but this morning I think I realized I know one of the first questions - if not THE first question - I want to ask God (after of course spending millions of years prostrate in worship) when I get to Heaven.

It's actually a two-part question:

1. What did he put in coffee that makes it so dang fabulous?
   
   
2. Did the person who thought it might be a good idea to grind up the beans, steep them in boiling water and then drink the juice love Jesus back? ...because I'm gonna want to hug that person for about a hundred years.