I am grateful for Gen Urobuchi and all who support his stories.
Saya no Uta was my gateway drug into anime and the rest of otaku subculture; I only sought it because I was big into horror media at that time, and I kept hearing great things about this despite my then-avoidance of otakudom. (Even though I was into other Japanese media like horror films.)
He knows how to push my horror buttons; Madoka Magica was among the first anime I watched (beyond what everyone of my generation as kids watched like Dragon Ball Z and My Neighbor Totoro), and it and Fate/Zero still reign as my #1 and #2 favorite anime of all time.
The “Urobutcher” is an interesting man.
Among many other things (like finding media that calms me down instead of riling me up, e.g. slice-of-life anime [e.g. Aria: The Animation] in lieu of yet another slasher flick or horror game), without anime I would never have found such a kickin’ song:
…nor the following beautiful music:
Otherwise I might still be lamenting that “heavy metal is dead” while spending weeks laboriously digging through yet another >20gb torrented landfill in search of a tootsie roll.